We the poor public have to watch the contents of someone's sexual fantasies up there on the silver screen.

An American girl, who - by design or otherwise - looks strangely like Michael from The Bangles - is given a drugged hot drink on a cold day and wakes up in the heat of the Arabian desert minus her pantyhose. She discovers she has been captured not by a Valentino-type, but by a middle-aged man with a bald head and a moustache. The rest of the film is a seduction and a motor tour through the desert, punctuated by this poor girl being painted with henna.

Unless you are looking for a cure for insomnia, you would do well to give this film a miss and watch Valentino in The Sheik instead.