When you sit down to watch an Edwige Fenech film, you can be pretty sure about one thing: she will get naked at least once or twice. And although it's always a pleasure to see Edwige naked (or dressed, for that matter), what really makes one of her films worth watching or not is the context in which she gets naked. Her "Policewoman" films can be a nice break from her terrified-potential-victim (in her gialli) and her mindless-sex-object (in her other sex comedies) roles; she can be in charge for once. But this particular film is largely dominated by painfully buffoonish slapstick. Of course, if you consider a lot of stuttering, mugging, cross-dressing and falling-down to be the apex of hilarity, you'll have a field day. Others will be better off tracking down the next chapter in the series, "A Policewoman In New York": the gags there are funnier, the fights are better (Edwige actually gets the chance to defend herself and throw punches), and the locations (N.Y seen through Italian eyes) are more interesting. (*)