We though we'd seen 'em all, and then we still get newer experiences. The makers of this film have done their best to make it as confusing as a film can possibly get. With its sub-plots easily being more intricate than the plot itself, this show of movie making sacrilege gets you so mixed up with all that's happening around that you quietly forget the main theme, only to be jarred back to it at the complete end.
Our leading lady Jo (Dorothy Joel) looks like a Playboy centre-spread with rather too many clothes and a lot too much make-up - the kind you'd expect to be a private eye's secretary, not the eye herself. Anyway, our lady detective, to uncover a seemingly deadly and thoroughly unexplained plot, takes employment as a tutor to the villain's only child. What ensues is a tale that demanded more than this writer's intelligence to make sense out of.
She's hopping all over the city behind the said villain, and drags the poor kid in tow, with the monotony broken only by some steamy scenes involving our baddy. But all hell breaks loose when we discover - well, we think this is what is happening - that the baddy is also an undercover Government agent solving the same untellable mystery.
What follows is utterly predictable, and makes way for some on-screen romance that is intended just to pay back what the audience went to the movie for. In the end, the plot is suddenly briefly uncovered, the actual villains are taken in, and the tutor is retained for life by our undercover agent.
Poor direction competes with equally poor acting, but full points go to the story-writer for making a creation so hay-wire that you give up the effort of following the story-line even before the 5-minute breather. Lacking any relation to reality, the story has an equally weak finish.
In the end, go to this flick only if you require an exercise in solving the incomprehensible.