Blazing Stewardesses is director Al Adamson’s pretty awful sequel to the pretty good The Naughty Stewardesses. In this one, our swinging stewardesses head west to help an elderly cowhand revitalize his dude ranch. Of all the places Adamson could’ve sent his sexy stews, he put them in a dumb western. Why couldn’t we have gotten The Stewardesses in a Haunted House or The Stewardesses in Space or something along those lines? But no, we’re stuck with this crap.
I will say one thing; the opening credits are kinda cool and look like something out of a B western from the 30’s. After that though, the movie kinda falls apart. To make matters worse, the sex scenes are few and far between. There is however, one rather hot part where a chick plays an oral-centric version of “This Little Piggy”. That’s about the only marginally sexy moment the movie has going for it.
Mostly though; it’s too much filler and not enough fucking. This might be the first movie that’s all padding. There are long parade sequences, rodeo scenes, and way too much godawful comic relief by the supremely annoying Ritz Brothers to make you think this could’ve ever been a good flick. Speaking of annoying, Regina Carrol will grate on your nerves and totally overplays the whole bimbo thing. Because she’s the director’s wife though, she gets a shit ton of screen time.
Bottom Line: Ask your stewardess for extra pillows because you’ll be sleeping through this one.
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