Semi-style over no content. Beyond the decor and trappings it's a rather tame exploiter that like so many entries in the loose Euro-Sleaze canon relies on a dreary jumble of timid kink and girlie-magazine nudity to pad out the time. Despite the retro-cool of these things, they're generally sad affairs with an almost necrophilic pattern of middle-aged careers in decline colliding with younger eye-candy on the make.
**1/2. Beautiful images and production design, it was like visiting a Decorative Arts Museum. The misogynist story told by Piero Schivazappa is interesting but could have been a lot more gripping. But it was 1969 and style was a lot more 'in' than content then. Too bad. Already forgotten.
It abandons too quickly the real political platform that the games should take place in; their meeting memorably centres around the worth of male sterilisation but it's a long time before she again asserts any authority. The sets, which had stood out to me in stills, are cool 60s pop art modernism, but the grossness is too sustained even if we suspect the about face it will eventually do.
I guess I expected something different from this movie, for me it might be seen as a nice idea for a movie, which got chopped down by subpar acting and sloppy tension building. Probably the only reason to watch it is when you'd like to browse through some 60's Italian interior decor, which makes up a bit for it's shortcomings.