Mar 27, 2018

Dancers for Tangers (1977)


(Original Title: Tänzerinnen für Tanger ) A forgotten German film featuring a white slaver named Karate Jack and his harem of prostitutes, including the gorgeous Gina Janssen.


Tänzerinnen für Tanger is roughly translated from German to mean "Dancers for Tangier".  The US title was Sensual Partners, which makes no sense at all.

Music by Walter Baumgartner.  Count me in.

Helga checks in to a hotel looking for a missing person.  A seedy old guy offers to give her a ride and help her out.  She agrees... and I don't think I need to tell you that's a bad decision.

Gina Janssen is the only reason I'm watching this movie.  You may remember her as the smoking hot Matty Hari in Agent 69 in the Sign of Scorpio.

Yep.  Bad idea.  The creepy old guy does just as you'd expect - abducts Helga, drugs her up and has her strip in Amsterdam.

The strip joint is called Moulin Rouge, where you can evidently get a bottle of Amstel Light, if you want.

Helga is a drugged-up zombie on stage stripping.

What's awesome is that I can now officially place this promotional photo.  I remember seeing it in a magazine years ago, and swore it was Barbara Eden (I Dream of Jeannie).


Gina Janssen does a damn good striptease.  (Most of this film consists of stripteases.  You remove the stripteases, and suddenly the movie is thirty minutes long.)


A white slaver named Karate Jack (Eric Falk) gives Helga a shot of heroine.

Helga is lifeless, doped up on juice, as some gross guy has his way with her.

Cut to a scene at a talent agency where aspiring actress Chantal (Esther Studer) is trying out for a part.

Check out the agents' desk.  Just full of cigarette butts in multiple ashtrays.  Ah, the seventies.

Of course, back in the seventies, auditioning meant getting naked.  Chantal strips for the pervy Weinstein-esque agents.

Take note of the movie posters.  I see Bronson in Mr. Majestyk (1974).  I can't quite tell what poster she's standing directly in front of, but it looks like a kick-ass action/martial arts movie.


This reporter named Sophie is collecting evidence to find to find Helga and these missing women.

Sophie is working with Helga's boyfriend, John, to track the girls down. There are several scenes with these two looking for clues and discussing their findings, but their scenes are beyond boring.

This subplot reminded me a lot of Kidnapped.  A pretty blonde girl is abducted, drugged-up and made into a prostitute. So, David Naughton and Barbara Crampton must spend the whole movie tracking her down.

We get several amazing looks at the red light district of Amsterdam.







Poor Chantal has been drugged up and forced to strip as well.


Esther Studer on the cover of Flirt


This lobby card features Karate Jack in his Moulin Rouge club.  But we're about to leave Amsterdam and head to Morocco.

Finally, we are at Tangier (and there is only fifteen minutes left of the movie).  The girls are being instructed for their roles as sex slaves.

Helga can't handle the drugs, and collapses on the metal folding chair.

The insanely creepy Karate Jack is more than happy to help her to her room.

The whole way, Karate Jack laughs maniacally.

Lobby card featuring this scene



Karate Jack has his way with Helga, then ties her up and leaves.

Hooray!  John has finally tracked down his Helga.  He hears her crying in this room, and bursts in, the hero.

But is John too late?


He revives Helga to semi-consciousness.

I swear the last quarter of this film is a butt naked Helga being carried.  Not complaining, just stating a fact.

Finally, we get to see why they call him Karate Jack.  He opens up a can of whoop-ass on John.

John escapes, but alas, Helga is shot.  The final scene shows her (as always, butt naked) on the slab at the morgue.  THE END

Tänzerinnen für Tanger is at its sleazy best when it's showing stripteases and all manner of opportunity to show Gina Janssen naked.  But, like so many giallos, the scenes where the police or relatives of the missing person are hot-on-the-trail are unbearably boring.  But with gorgeous neon-soaked shots of Amsterdam's red light district and tons o' nudity, you can't complain too much. Plus, there's Karate Jack!  As far as sleazy grindhouse pictures go, you could do a lot worse.

★★★

No comments:

Post a Comment