Luscious brunette Phyllis Davis and her big, bouncy Russ Meyer-approved talents get thrown behind bars in this sleaze classic that delivers all the goods. It’s set in another one of those B-movie Third World prisons that only locks up women who look good in little short shorts and midriff-baring tops. They sweat doing hard labor in the sugar cane fields and sweat a little more when the male guards get them into bed, but somehow their hair always looks perfect no matter what. I admire them. The big bad guy is the evil prison doctor who’s into weird medical experiments and doesn’t take rejection from a woman lightly. Like all of these movies, it leads to the fiery, bullet-riddled jailbreak. Along the way, it hits the usual grindhouse crowd-pleaser moments with real strutting style. It brings the lesbian scene, the shower scene, a little dib-dab of blaxploitation, sudden violence, a decent amount of blood, campy jokes, plenty of breasts and a little of everything else. It does the shameless Women in Prison genre no shame. Director Michel Levesque didn’t do much more directing after this, but he did go on to head Russ Meyer’s art department on three films. Two breast men united.