The Million Eyes of Sumuru (1967).
Well. My word. Crikey. The heady mixture of misandry and misogyny in this movie just made my head spin.
Meet Sumuru. Sumuru (backstory unexplained) is planning a new world order, where there are no men. No, don’t ask about how the human race continues. It isn’t addressed.
Sumuru has a plan so diabolical, so fiendish, so bizarre, that she needs a man to help her carry it out.
Yes, I’m aware. The irony. Yes.
Her plan requires a man to introduce a pretty woman to another man, who is known to be a fiendish womaniser, so that the pretty woman (her newest recruit by the way) can kill the fiendish womaniser (the desired outcome after this is not really explained very well).
Yes, I’m aware. I’m just assuming that a woman unintroduced by a man is unfuckable. Perhaps the male lead was required to give the fiendish womaniser the pretty woman’s clean bill of health, or a man-to-man recommendation like TripAdvisor for Dates. I just don’t know, ok? And neither does this movie.
The women are all gorgeous, have great breasts (they are checked on entry to the secret society), vaguely inept and wear scanty and form fitting uniforms.
The men are all rugged, heroic and strangely irresistible. Perhaps it’s their trousers with very high waistbands. Their charms distract Sumuru’s women to the point of going against orders to drag a man into a corner and do rude things with him. More than once.
It’s quite extraordinary really.
We watched the Rifftrax version and you totally should too if you’re planning on watching this movie. I honestly can’t see why you would otherwise…