Ginger McAllister, we hardly knew ye. (And yet it still burns when I urinate.) A mere two years after the sexy(-ish), slutty superspy burst onto the screen in 1971’s Ginger, the series — spicy and sleazy, in equal measure — comes to a close with the third and final chapter, Girls Are for Loving.
This time, the CIA calls upon Ginger (Cheri Caffaro, Savage Sisters) to literally prostitute herself for the good of the country. Details aren’t all that important, but the mission has something to do with an international trade alliance in the making, an Asian ambassador (Yuki Shimoda, The Octagon) and a swingin’ socialite/American diplomat (Scott Ellsworth, who would appear in the Caffaro co-penned sex comedy H.O.T.S.). The latter is whom the feds ask Ginger to bed. Her response is a riot:
Ginger: “I don’t mind giving my bod to him … in the name of the flag, of course.”
Ginger’s Exasperated Boss: “But why?”
Ginger: “Well, let’s just say I like to fuck a lot.”
Ginger likes to fuck a lot, and Caffaro and writer/director Don Schain (then her hubby) take the canoodling as far as they can go, slipping the surly bonds of the MPAA’s R rating. Even when she’s not having her lady parts squeezed and stroked for the camera’s delight, Ginger often goes without clothes: for an off-key musical striptease, a topless hotel fight and some impromptu, bikini-bottom-only karate sparring on the beach. By no means is that a complete list.
As trashy as they are watchable, the secret-agent shenanigans take her to the Virgin Islands — irony! — where Ginger meets her match in ginger-haired bad girl Ronnie St. Claire (Sheila Leighton, How Sweet It Is!). That the two ladies will engage in a catfight before the closing credits is a given; that Ginger electrocutes a pair of wieners, not so much. —Rod Lott