The copy of this movie that I watched was a poor one, but I doubt that a better one would have improved my opinion of this terrible quota quickie. Policewoman Adrienne Scott goes undercover to track a bunch of counterfeiters, sent to a woman's prison to make contact with Jackie Collins. When they are released, the pair of them are feted by the baddies, head off to Paris for a bit of the high life, then back to London, where the bobbies close in.
It seems that all but a few minutes of this were shot wild, with voice-overs, poorly looped dialogue and, in several instances, people talking with no sound. There's a lot of stock footage used, and while there is an almost constant music track, there is little effort made to match the music's mood to the action on screen. In addition, for a forty-six minute feature, there are a lot of shots that seem to serve no purpose except to eke out the movie's length: a house of matchsticks is built and demolished several times; a waiter brings, opens and serves a bottle of champagne; stock footage of Paris traffic and the racetrack at Longchamps are offered to the audience, all without any evident pleasure on the participants or advancing the plot; a policeman is shown moving pieces on a board, indicating the position of cars and officers several times; and Miss Scott is somehow discovered and knocked on the head, presumably so that stronger policemen can show up to struggle with the baddies.
It's a badly padded, inexpertly produced piece of work that is a thorough waste of time.
