Olga’s Dance Hall Girls

This last gasp of the grindhouse “Olga” series is a tossed off shrug of a movie that nonetheless entertains in a tacky, surreal style. Audrey Campbell no longer stars as the sinister femme fatale Olga, and her replacement retains none of her clumsy menace. Instead she languidly lounges about the flimsy sets smoking cigarettes and looking pale and sweaty. This new Olga is apparently too bored by the proceedings to even torture her white slaves. Instead the dirty work is handled by her partner Nick (Larry Hunter), a slimy, weasel faced man who lures innocent housewives into prostitution by offering them jobs as “dance instructors” in Olga’s dance hall. Group sex, nude dancing and pretty ladies wrestling in their underwear are the results, along with several long, seemingly impromptu scenes where the characters talk endlessly and in circles. Several plots are introduced and abandoned, and then we’re told that the whole thing is a front for a satanic cult. The constant shifts of narrative, bizarre nonacting and an improvised instrumental rock score (complete with some downright abstract guitar solos) make Olga’s Dance Hall Girls an enjoyably twisted little picture for those with rareified tastes.