In this tremendously, compulsively awful melodrama, Sylvia West (Hollywood’s sex siren in residence, the one and only Carroll Baker) is about to marry a millionaire, so he hires a private detective to shed some light on her past.
She’s a champion rose grower and a published poet, so there shouldn’t be too many surprises. But then comes the bad news – after being abused as a child, she became a prostitute and fell in with some very bad company indeed.
As prurient and lurid as a mainstream Hollywood movie could be in 1965, this is a Harold Robbins epic in all but name, superbly filmed and with a whole line of feeble, emasculated or disturbed men to trample over Sylvia’s eventful life.
What makes the film seem so authentic and compelling is Baker’s own love/hate relationship with her Baby Doll screen image.
Jane (Bronson) Phillips
Mrs Grace Argona
Bruce Stamford III