I found this movie in a dollar bin which was actually on sale 10 for a buck and figured 'what the hell'. I usually don't like to buy those because the movies are mostly crap and the picture and sound quality is also mostly crap. But I was always a Jeannie fan so. . . While the plot is a little slow and a bit (much less than I thought it would be) dated, Barbara Eden doesn't fail to make it somewhat interesting. It's about a wealthy woman who is trying to recover from a dark incident in her past which has resulted in a precarious emotional state. Then there's the storyline of rich women being bumped off in various parts of the world. Stuart Whitman plays a mysterious character and Robert Vaughn plays her cold, distant, workaholic husband. The ending is a surprise ending and I'm probably the only viewer who didn't see it coming.
Someone on here made a disparaging comment about Stuart Whitman's pot belly and it made me think. I've been watching quite a few 70's movies and TV shows lately and have noticed how actors in those days and prior didn't seem to try to be so physically perfect the way they do now. They had pot bellies, balding heads, crooked stained teeth and (omg!) wrinkles--wrinkles when they were actually old and **should** have winkles! No botox, no "Hair Club For Men", no teeth bleaching. People were **real**. That reviewer was offended by SW's belly. I found it comforting.
Not a bad little 70's made-for-TV flick. A bit better than the usual dollar bin crap. Oh, and in the middle of the movie, Barbara Eden suddenly breaks into this cool and sexy dance for absolutely no reason. . .hence my review heading.
Someone on here made a disparaging comment about Stuart Whitman's pot belly and it made me think. I've been watching quite a few 70's movies and TV shows lately and have noticed how actors in those days and prior didn't seem to try to be so physically perfect the way they do now. They had pot bellies, balding heads, crooked stained teeth and (omg!) wrinkles--wrinkles when they were actually old and **should** have winkles! No botox, no "Hair Club For Men", no teeth bleaching. People were **real**. That reviewer was offended by SW's belly. I found it comforting.
Not a bad little 70's made-for-TV flick. A bit better than the usual dollar bin crap. Oh, and in the middle of the movie, Barbara Eden suddenly breaks into this cool and sexy dance for absolutely no reason. . .hence my review heading.