Maidgethma Wonderfully offbeat film!

Titreenp SERIOUSLY. This is what the crap Hollywood still puts out?

CommentsXp Best movie ever!

Quiet Muffin This movie tries so hard to be funny, yet it falls flat every time. Just another example of recycled ideas repackaged with women in an attempt to appeal to a certain audience.

Michael_Elliott Hot Blooded Woman (1965) 1/2 (out of 4) Really awful sexploitation film has Myrtle Pennypacker (Beverly Oliver) losing her mind after discovering her husband is a lying cheater. This causes her to be thrown into a nut house but she soon escapes with tragic results.HOT BLOODED WOMAN is a sexploitation film that was shot in Texas and would probably be even more forgotten today if it weren't for Oliver being in the lead role. If you're familiar with the JFK assassination then you might recognize her name because she was the secretary of Jack Ruby and she ended up appearing in several conspiracy movies as well as being someone who helped Oliver Stone on his film JFK.With that out of the way, pretty much everything else here is horrible including the awful narration and dialogue. The film was shot silent and I'm not sure what they did to add the vocal track but it sounds really awful. Another problem is that the 68-minute running time feels like three hours because we're usually just watching the lead characters making out for an extended period of time.What's worse is that the only nudity comes from one small sequence, which looks like it could have been taken or shot for a different movie and just thrown in here to spice it up a bit. Still, HOT BLOODED WOMAN is one of those movies were someone just gets a camera thinking that making a movie would be easy and the end result is something really bad like this.

punishmentpark The opening scene is relatively good (corny) fun; a woman comes walking down the tracks and encounters a gathering of bums. The 'main bum' sends his chums away and has his way with the woman - until the husband shows up and an elaborate, somewhat clumsy fight follows. Though the husband gets it, the bums (rejoined) walk away (in good spirits, of course). The husband comes to and takes his wife home, for a good rest... All this accompanied by some sort of showband tune that gives it a Benny Hill feel.And that music never stops, throughout the film. At the most, there is a change of tunes, but still it went on and on to almost drive me mad. The reason for this was probably the fact that there was no sound from the shoots, since any dialogue was added later (not or barely in sync with the actors' lips, and sometimes there's lips moving but no sound) and most audio (beyond the music) consists of a tedious (sometimes almost hilarious) voice-over from the shrink who gets to treat the woman. The woman is Myrtle Pennypacker - such a pretty name for such a pretty woman - and she has problems, but I won't get into them, because the whole story is rather ludicrous - if at all there is sense to be made of it.One should check this out only if looking for vintage footage as I described before, or of (little, but still) nudity, old cars, old streets or a feisty blonde dancing on the bar of a night club - pure gold if you ask me. Therefore, I shall be lenient;4 out of 10.P.s.: are those names of some of the crew for real? What about Myrtlesther Dunkleberger, Jack Assenpffeffer, Phineas Psmythe, Horace Appleblossom or Judas Christian?

IMOvies HOT BLOODED WOMAN (1965) (BAD) (D: Dale Berry) Worthless and unwatchable. Black and white cheapie promises much sex, delivers nothing. Tame and uninvolving, apparently filmed silent with unconvincing sound added later. Not even fun in a sleaze way. 68 very dull minutes.

gavcrimson SPOILERS INCLUDEDIf 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.