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You will
only read negative reviews of this film. Super...negative. I'm certainly not
going to be the one to change your mind and turn people's feelings about seeing
this film, not least because frankly, it's really bad. However, I would like to
emphasise, the commitment and wit of the authors and director Ed Forsyth who
put together, hostesses, karate movies, boobs, with a sprinkling of crime.
In short,
everything that can tickle the 'fine' palate of a certain audience, especially
of the era, i.e. the 1970s.
Everything
else is poorly done, direction, acting and the faltering attempt to show the
protagonist, the 'Superchick' of the title as a free, modern woman who does
what she wants. The only thing to be saved is the soundtrack, the usual
convincing, easy-listening funk carpet.
The
superchick of the title is a stewardess, Tara B. True, who is a serious
stewardess at work, but under her black helmet she has long blond hair that she
sports in skimpy outfits when she is not performing her duties at high
altitude. As a free woman she has a man in almost every city and certainly in
Los Angeles, Miami and New York, boyfriends of different backgrounds and
motivations. It should also not be forgotten that she beats like a blacksmith
because she has a black belt in karate.
One of the
boyfriends tries to exploit her to repay a debt, asking her to take a hit on
one of his flights. She refuses and with karate strokes takes down the bad guys
mercilessly.
She also
leaves for Uschi Digard, who plays a hard-core actress. But apart from that
there is very little super here, perhaps the career of the leading lady Jill
Jillson who later became a well-known astrologer and who also said she gave
tips to Nancy Reagan who later adamantly denied it.