Samantha Fox (Caffaro) is an international hitwoman who "just wants to have some fun" (heh heh) and thanks to a multi-million dollar family inheritance, can afford to be a globe-trotting gal who can dispatch the baddies using a deadly combination of wits, Martial Arts skill, gun usage, and sexy sexy sexiness. Her latest assignment takes her to the Philippines where she's taking down some baddies one by one, all the while using an array of different identities and stylish outfits. Things get really complicated when Chief of Detectives Domingo De La Torres (Ipale) gets wise to what Samantha is up to - but they can't help becoming romantically entangled. And what will Domingo's partner Sanchez (Diaz) have to say about it? Samantha Fox is a woman of beauty and cunning who always gets what she wants...but will she this time? Find out today! Too Hot To Handle is an entertaining ride and a reminder that there was a time that movies could be firmly in the exploitation camp, but not mean-spirited. The movie is a super-70's outing that combines kung-fu fighting with Afros and bell bottoms to a horns-and wah-wah-inflected funked-up score - imagine an episode of The Love Boat but with much more nudity, killings, and cockfighting. (The cockfight scene was an absolute standout). Director Don Schain - who worked with Caffaro before on the Ginger series of similarly-themed nudity-based adventure and intrigue movies, here gets the best out of the lovely Philippine locations, and thanks to a variety of factors, the movie is never boring. It's a shame this was his last directorial effort. He seemed to be improving.The clothing alone is mesmerizing: Aharon Ipale as Domingo has an impressive variety of ties, many as wide as his shirt. His collars are so huge and triangular, they go off the shoulders of his jacket like pointed epaulets. He never has anything less than cool hair, cool shoes, and even cool pants. And that's just one character. Many of the baddies aren't afraid to mix stripes, colors and plaids, let's just say that. But to get down to it, the movie is all about Cheri Caffaro as Samantha Fox (who even has sunglasses that say "FOX" on them). The eye candy-level is off the chart, whether she's at a funeral, or stick-fighting goofily with an unknown assailant. There's even a bondage scene that pre-dates "50 Shades of Grey" by about 40 years. But it's all in fun, and the classy title song, "Lady Samantha" just reinforces this.Thanks to the fashions, the Moog-y musical score, the good pace, the fun 70's vibe and of course the delightful Caffaro, Too Hot To Handle is a winner.

Cheri Caffaro plays a sexy slinky female assassin, hired to bump off the local mobsters so as to ease the path of the mainland syndicate to take over their illegal businesses. Her first victim is dispatched via suffocation by a plastic bag, ( a method also used by Cornelia Sharpe in The Next Man ), all while wearing a full length leather dress split to the thigh.I've seen other reviews which maintain that Caffaro's character is a hit-woman with a heart of gold. I totally disagree insofar as by the movies end, while her most of her victims have been criminals, she also ruthlessly bumps off the two cops who have been on her trail throughout the movie, without a hint of conscience. One by causing him to drive off a road and meeting an explosive demise, the other, the hero of the movie, is blown to smithereens on a boat.Caffaro's hit woman character leaves no loose ends and triumphs at the end of the movie, perhaps for sequels which never materialized.

Buxom, leggy, shapely, irresistibly trashy platinum blonde 70's schlock action movie bombshell Cheri Caffaro, who rather uncomfortably resembles a cheap dime-store Dolly Parton clone, struts her electrifying el skanko woman hot stuff to the sizzling low-rent max as cagey, sexy and very deadly international hit babe Samantha Fox (who shouldn't be confused with either the New York porn star or the vacuous British pop singer), who's armed with an assortment of lethal weapons and clever disguises, plus sports the world's ugliest dark blue eye shadow and an extremely deep all body tan. Fox gleefully kills an eminently hateful bunch of wealthy slimebags (my personal favorite is the sadomasochistic B&D leather freak Cheri smothers by putting a plastic bag over his head after she ties the sicko up) who all live in the Phillipines. She's been hired to rub out these evil rich scum by some mystery person. In between offing people Cheri finds time to strike up a steamy romance with hunky police chief Aharon Ipale (one particularly hot date involves attending a cockfight; the killer roosters' wild brawl is tastefully inter-cut with scorchingly hot shots of a naked Caffaro excitedly writhing on a bed!).Cheri's perpetually all-thumbs director husband Don Schain, who also helmed all three sensationally scuzzy "Ginger" pictures and the tawdry "A Place Called Today" for his darling celluloid sleaze goddess wife, fumbles the ball here with truly inept, but still oddly engrossing and often painfully sidesplitting results: some priceless dialogue (aphorism to live by: "I never bet on anything but a sure thing"), copious gratuitous Caffaro nudity, hilariously ham-fisted action scenes (don't miss the gut-busting karate fight between Cheri and a would-be kung-fu assassin on Cheri's yacht), Hugo Montenegro's funky, pulsating pseudo-John Barry score, choppy editing, quite primitive cinematography by Fredy Conde (the strenuous slow motion and eyeball-straining four way split screen are both endearingly clumsy), gorgeous scenic Manila locations, an almost excruciatingly funny surprise ending, Julie McFadden's haunting rendition of the unforgettably atrocious theme song "Lady Samantha" ("Lady Samantha/He fell in love with you"), and the incomparable Vic Diaz's marvelous portrayal of a sweet, tubby, gluttonous blundering oaf of a detective all jostle for the viewer's attention in this tacky, degenerate and resolutely crummy ersatz James Bond-style action/adventure dreckfest released by New World Pictures that's absolutely essential viewing for any self-respecting Cheri Caffaro fan worth his weight in crushed beer cans, which hopefully doesn't exclude too many folks.

This is your ordinary mid-70s low-grade action-adventure with a female heroine, but it has two distinguishing features: the lead, Cheri Caffaro , is very sexy in an aggressive sort of way, and the director eroticizes the violence (Caffaro is virtually turned on by pain and death). That is quite a daring thing for a movie to do, and the people here deserve some credit for even attempting it. And the climax of the film is surprisingly suspenseful. Now, if only they had picked a more talented leading man and a better editor..... (**)