Hot Blooded Woman Film Details
Overview: A psychotic woman in love is taken to extreme actions by sexual frustration, an unfaithful husband, and jealous rivals.
Review: SPOILERS INCLUDED If titles like Hip, Hot and 21′, Passion in the Sun’, The Hot Bed’ and Hot Thrills, Warm Chills’ are anything to go by director Dale Berry appears to have viewed any titular association with heat’ as his lucky charm. Although more apt title for this black and white 1965 effort might have been I married a psychopathic, go-go dancing nymphomaniac’. Myrtle (Shirley Boyd) a promiscuous housewife likes nothing better than to strut her stuff around the wrong side of the tracks flirting with thick-headed bozos. Their reaction is to tear her clothes off, but her long suffering husband George turns up just in time to save the day, rescuing his wife from their advances but getting badly beaten by these Hillbilly lotharios in the process. Thankfully a helpful psychiatrist is on hand to put the finger on Myrtle’s problems (I’ll never forget this girl, the pathetic, loveless, miserably sick Myrtle Pennypacker’). Using the power of hypnotism, the psychiatrist uncovers her traumatic past which includes a miserable childhood and teenage years where she was lusted after by everyone from lecherous young blades to dirty old men’. Myrtle believed she’d found true happiness with George. However on their wedding night George went all limp and Myrtle reacts to his frigidity, perfectly reasonably, by attempting to murder him with a large knife and becoming an amateur go-go dancer in a local bar. The poor woman’s mind was further unbalanced by phone calls from a topless woman who taunts her with tales of George’s infidelity with Myrtle’s sister and a local Spanish harlot. Myrtle even got involved in a catfight with a waitress, when the latter had the nerve to chat-up George with the immortal pick-up line you have the cutest earlobes’. A girl can only stand for so much. The psychiatrist lends a sympathetic ear, but things go pear shaped when to everyone’s horror Myrtle strips down to her underwear in his office and begins manically laughing. There was no doubt in my mind, this girl needed treatment’ huffs the psychiatrist. So Myrtle is carted off to an asylum, but proving to be nothing if not energetic soon makes her escape, bashing a female nurse, knocking over a man on crutches, and stealing a car. A worried George and a passing police detective pursue her across country to a scrapheap, where a tragic shootout ends with Myrtle being gunned down and the world being made a safer place for frigid men, as well as those on crutches. Berry’s films must be the most threadbare, primitive skin flicks ever to ever have seen the light of a projection bulb, and Hot Blooded Woman offers more than its fair share of supporting evidence. Characteristically, repetitious and mismatched music dominate the soundtrack on account of Berry’s brief attempts at dubbing in dialogue proving less-than-successful (actors talk’ even when their mouths are closed) and the cast seem to be comprised of trashy and bewigged off-duty strippers, one of who’s attempts at removing her clothes are momentarily interrupted by a choking fit brought on by chain smoking her way though her role. Berry also has a peculiar insistence for prolonging just about every other scene, best and most absurdly exemplified by a seven minute sequence in which we follow a secondary character around drinking, smoking, dressing, undressing, sleeping and bathing, before eventually discovering her virtually insignificant role in the movie! While Hot Blooded Woman isn’t quite as outrageous as Berry’s Passion in the Sun/The Girl and the Geek (about a plump stripper on the run from an escaped carnival freak) this isn’t for want of trying. Guilty pleasure highlights include-an asylum inmate who believes a rolled up blanket is her baby, a bar band able to belt out the film’s title song despite lacking a singer and our heroine being led kicking and screaming in a straight jacket to the nut house. First and foremost an exploitation film, it’s not entirely surprisingly then that Hot Blooded Woman is more preoccupied with shots of women in their underwear than convincing as a serious case study in martial woe, but only in a Dale Berry film could the lead actress be at one point upstaged by a poodle.
Duration: 75 min
Genre: Action, Drama, Romance, Thriller
Also known as: Hot Blooded Woman