Title: The Carpetborers
Product review: This overwrought tripe is the cinematic equivalent to a dead fish. It doesn't work as good trash or as high camp. Edward Dmytryk directs Harold Robbins' source material with a lead foot. George Peppard made a larger artistic contribution when he was on "The A-Team". Alan Ladd, who had the misfortune to have this as his last film credit, essentially sleepwalks through this picture. It's equally unfortunate that talented actors like Carroll Baker, Elizabeth Ashley, and Martin Balsam are associated with this swill. Heck, I even feel bad for former boxing champ Archie Moore in his having to play the thankless role of houseboy. The film's lone redeeming quality are the costume designs by Edith Head(the women's lingeree in particular). If you must waste 150 minutes of your time it's better spent watching paint dry or grass grow.
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