There’s an edited version of this movie on YouTube that censors nearly every few words and has nearly half an hour missing. That’s how scuzzy this movie is, a film that feels like you’re in the middle of a New Jersey swamp, covered in toxic waste.

It was directed and written by Don Schain, the first president of the Motion Picture Association of Utah, a man who would go on to produced High School Musical for Disney. But not now. Now, he was making a series of three vanity films with his wife at the time, Cheri Caffaro, who once won a Bardot lookalike contest in Life Magazine. Now, we’re at the center of the Ginger trilogy, which started with — you guessed it — Ginger and will end with Girls Are for Loving.

Ginger McAllister is a tough private eye and super spy who is part of the swinging 70s, the porno chic era, who looks to sex up men instead of waiting for them to ask her. Don’t get too excited about this liberation — Ginger spends much of these movies getting tied up more often than Wonder Woman and assaulted more times than one can count.

The bad guys have figured out how to program women to be sex slaves and are selling them. Ginger is out to stop them, pausing only for an extended dance sequence. In-between the first two movies, Caffaro and Schain got married, so somehow this made her more comfortable getting naked on-screen and having love scenes. And oh, those love scenes. Never has sex felt more repellant and something not worth doing; sweaty, pale men just lying on women, grinding away until they get off. No one seems to be enjoying it, even if this entire movie is all about the lengths people will go to for the girlfriend experience.

One of the kidnapped girls is Jeramie Rain, Sadie from Last House On the Left. And, as if to make this even more offensive, Cheri’s boss Jason Verone (William Granne) is so swishy you feel like Paul Lynde will burst in and tell him to butch it up.

There’s also some great bullshit science in this, as Cheri swallows “radar disks” that are just cough drops so that people know where she is. Why does a roughie need Eurospy gimmicks? I don’t know but I’m happy it’s in this. I do wonder where the Geneva Convention comes into all of this spying, because Ginger has the habit of getting off the bad guys after she captures them. Everybody was fucking in the early 70s in New Jersey, even if they shouldn’t and even if you have no interest in seeing it. Sometimes, women could torture people too and they can still be on the side of good.

The bad guy (Richard Smedley) owns an ad agency, because yes, all advertising people are horrible bastards and I can say that because I’m one of them.

So anyways, like I said, the guy who made this went on to work for Disney. As for Cheri, she wrote and produced H.O.T.S.