But the movie is no spoofy, salacious Roger Corman “women in cages” picture.

Prickly plants of disappointment spring up in so many shapes! Yet some have flowers of sweet afterscent. […]

I have only one diamond in my hand.

Would it not be better, argue some, to sacrifice three sales out of ten, made on the pure convenience appeal, in favor of six out of a possible ten which might be procured on the basis of a crisper, browner French fried potato?