Hedy Lamarr steams her bare-shouldered way through this psychodrama, done for United Artists and boasting a high-end sheen that takes full advantage of a major studio budget while still lovingly wallowing in Ulmer's baser exploitation roots. “We'll have everything we want, because I'm going to be beautiful!” meows cute little angel Jenny as she twirls her hair and stares at herself; years later, Jenny has grown into the heaving-bosomed Lamarr, who “doesn't want the youngest; I want the richest!” She seduces lonesome merchant Gene Lockhart by showing him the whip marks on her bare shoulder, but soon she's collecting others, like his whimpering college-boy son (Louis Hayward), and lumber(ing)jack George Sanders, who may prove a man-mountain even Jenny can't move. Ulmer provides Lamarr with numerous glamour shots, a cerebral von Sternberg to her carnal Dietrich, and turns a straightforward costume melodrama into a florid tale of domination, sexual frustration, and unbridled female lust.