(director/writer: Gerry O’Hara; screenwriter: Jackie Collins novel; cinematographer: Dennis Lewiston; editor: Eddy Joseph; music: Biddu; cast: Joan Collins (Fontaine Khaled), Michael Coby (Nico Cantafora/Antonio Cantafora), Ian Hendry (Thrush Feather), Sue Lloyd (Vanessa Grant), Carolyn Seymour (Polly Logan), Kenneth Haigh (Arnold Rinstead), Pamela Salem (Lynn); Runtime: 90; MPAA Rating: R; producer: John Quested; Thorn EMI; 1979-UK)

A horrid kitschy sequel to The Stud.”

Reviewed by Dennis Schwartz

A horrid kitschy sequel to The Stud. A disco genre movie, whose genre died when the disco lost its way with the public. It’s packed with lots of fake orgasms in places as varied as saunas or the disco floor. This dreck is written by Joan Collin’s sister Jackie. Writer-director Gerry O’Hara(“The Mummy Lives”/”Fanny Hill”/”The Brute”) keeps things superficially chic, vulgar and filled with loud disco music. The thin plot has the slick young mafia thug Nico Cantafora (Michael Coby) in trouble with the mob boss (Ian Hendry) over a diamond smuggling job. While using the alias Nico, he courts the celebrity disco owner Fontaine Khaled (Joan Collins) because she unknowingly has the missing diamond he smuggled through airport customs.

For the sex, comedy or melodramatic requirements of the story, Joan Collins is at her bitchy best. She’s the wealthy nymph owner of a high-end London disco with mafia problems, and is also going through a messy divorce. If that weren’t enough to contemplate, there’s a jewel robbery, con men operating scams and orgies all over the place. It combines sleaze and funny camp hysteria into a forgettable film meant for those who safely desire to catch the disco scene without going to one.

The soundtrack includes tunes by Blondie, the Stylistics, and Three Degrees.