Sexploitation potboiler from director Russ Meyer is a fairly terrible opus concerning Lorna, the sex-starved young wife of a salt miner living in a shack on the riverfront, who contemplates leaving her milquetoast husband for her rapist, an escaped killer who caught her in the weeds just after a skinny dip.
Why Meyer felt he had to mix the two escapes me, but therefore, his films are doubly memorable; along with the river scene, the shotgun blast from under the hood of the old car is equally etched.
Supervixens follows the plight of Clint Ramsey Charles Pitts.
He introduces the film, and this leads to one of the best moments in the films.
First of all, the script is very amateurish.