with great candor, the frailties, weaknesses and strengths of its citizens. A picture born to entertainment, shocking in its frankness, yet so hilariously funny in its delivery. A cinematic smorgasbord of erotic fantasy . . . SIX of the most bountiful women in the world . . . served up from the lusty table of Russ Meyer.
The story is set in the cactus-infested high desert of the Southwest. The hero, CLINT RAMSEY, is the flower of youth . . . handsome, virile, strong . . . .carrying about the aura of a 'live and let live" philosophy. His life is simple and unfettered ... working as a gas pump jockey for ex-Nazi MARTIN BORMANN, yet living, seemingly, a high-budgeted life with his girl friend, SUPERANGEL. . . a looker, outrageously constructed.. . her shiny veneer exterior contrasting sharply with her real personality . . . a selfish, foul-mouthed, spoiled bitch!
This bucolic setting is upended by the arrival of SUPERLORNA at the gas station. The awesome SUPERLORNA puts the make on CLINT with scant success. Through circumstance, the two voluptuous "dreadnaughts" exchange ribald unpleasantries over the phone. Anxious to bathe her wounds of rejection, SUPERLORNA satisfies her ego by putting down an even greater ego . . . that of SUPERANGEL's . . . then, blithely guns her racy Porsche back into the mainstream of life.
CLINT rushes home to straighten out his paramour, but instead, is straightened out himself. A quick horizontal coupling is followed by the accusing wrath of SUPERANGEL's acid tongue branding him as unfaithful, amongst his other shortcomings. SUPERANGEL spits out a familiar stream of vile bile, and perpetrates a brawl. Scratching and clawing, they tumble out the door, with SUPERANGEL further contributing to the fracas by chopping up CLINT's pickup truck with a handy ax. A nosey neighbor, the ubiquitous RUFUS, becomes alarmed and calls the police. Tough cop HARRY SLEDGE arrives and, in quick succession, breaks CLINT's skull with his nightstick, dispatches SUPERANGEL to the emergencyhospital (for Dr. Scholl's careful diagnosis), and then consummates plans to engage her in an early sexual scrimmage.
HARRY has his own quirky way of having a good time . . . hardly what the ravishing SUPER-ANGEL had in mind. But, when HARRY, despite all of his apparent muscular prowess, proves to be a dud in bed Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned!", and the venom-spitting SUPERANGEL proceeds to pound the first nail into hertwn coffin.
CLINT is unaware of the chain of events that leaves SUPERANGEL knifed, beaten, stomped, electrocuted and drowned... by HARRY! BORMANN finds CLINT zonked-out in SUPERHAJI's bar, long after having spurned her no-nonsense sexual bulldozing, in heroic fashion. CLINT convinces BORMANN of his innocence, but has to flee because of circumstantial evidence stacked against him.
CLINT then rides his lucky thumb into a series of sexual encounters with some of the world's most super-ample women. He is molested, beaten and robbed by SUPERCHERRY . . . raped in a hayloft by the Austrian mail-order bride, SUPERSOUL . . . tricked by the black mute, SUPEREULA, barely escaping the wrath of her father and a sheriff, in a wild encounter with off-road racing vehicles . . . even side-steps the sensitive clutches of a good-natured homosexual.
Trudging into the next county, confused and lonely, he ambles into a small diner/gas station combo called SUPERVIXEN's Oasis . . . operated, naturally, by a stunning, tightly-white uniformed waitress/proprietor.
At this point, the story takes a positive turn for a change, and happiness and true love bloom, in that order. (Is SUPERVIXEN actually SUPERANGEL reincarnate? . . . the flipside of the coin?) They cooly fall in love, and settle down to a life of hard work and connubial bliss.
Of course, the evil HARRY arrives on the scene, dressed in civilian clothes, and goes unrecognized by CLINT. With true Machiavellian style, HARRY quickly twists himself into the immediate lives of the blissful duo . . . plotting, then striking like a diamondback, he kidnaps the stacked SUPERVIXEN and speeds off with her to his mountain lair. With studied show of chauvinistic relish, he humiliates and degrades her, binding her in chains and staking her, spread-eagle fashion, on top of his mountain . . . succulent bait for the trap that will complete his sick revenge. CLINT, his heart pounding in wild desperation and fear, is goaded into following their trail . . . and the battle for the courageous SUPERVIXEN begins.
A one-sided battle rages on the mountain. HARRY . . . consummate evil . . . tough . . . a man with bark for hide . . . in rare, confident form AGAINST the callow, yet steadfast adversary, CLINT.
HARRY has equipped himself with a bottomless bag of tricks: a gun, bayonet, dynamite sticks, and a secret weapon . . . the deadly "wrist-bazooka", which he uses with military professionalism. CLINT, bleeding from every pore, repeatedly claws his way up the mountainside, whilst suffering grievous wounds. Miraculously, he manages to reach the hysterical SUPERVIXEN, only to be kicked and stomped unconscious by the berserk HARRY. Freaked-out with glee at his victory over love, youth and virility, HARRY prepares to do them in (in a most humiliating manner), but instead, tampers once too often with his own Kingdom Come!