"The Vixens of Kung Fu (A Tale of Yin Yang)" (1975), directed by Bill Milling, attempts to blend the allure of martial arts with the provocative nature of adult cinema, but unfortunately, the film falls short in both categories.

From the outset, the film struggles to find its footing, as the narrative weaves an unconvincing tale of rival kung fu schools locked in a battle for supremacy. The plot, thin as it is, serves merely as a vehicle to transport viewers from one sexually charged scene to the next, with little regard for character development or narrative cohesion.

The adult content in "The Vixens of Kung Fu" is plentiful, but it lacks the erotic finesse that one might hope for in a film of this nature. The scenes are mechanically executed, often feeling more like obligatory interludes than integral components of the story. The performers, while enthusiastic, fail to deliver the passion and intensity that could have elevated these moments beyond the mundane.

As for the martial arts aspect, the film's choreography is disappointingly lackluster. The fight scenes are few and far between, and when they do occur, they are marred by sloppy execution and a noticeable lack of authenticity. The film's attempt to integrate kung fu into its adult themes results in a disjointed viewing experience that is unlikely to satisfy fans of either genre.

The production values of "The Vixens of Kung Fu" are similarly underwhelming. The film's low budget is painfully evident in its sparse sets, uninspired costumes, and subpar cinematography. The audio, too, leaves much to be desired, with poorly synced dialogue and a soundtrack that does little to enhance the on-screen action.

In conclusion, "The Vixens of Kung Fu (A Tale of Yin Yang)" is a film that fails to deliver on its promises. Its adult content lacks the erotic allure necessary to captivate viewers, while its martial arts elements are poorly executed and unconvincing. The film's narrative is thin and disjointed, and its production values are disappointingly low. For those seeking a titillating blend of kung fu and adult themes, this film is likely to leave you wanting.

Without a doubt one of the single most uproariously silly porno oddities to emerge from the loopy 70's, this one merges your standard sexathon with the then trendy martial arts craze with positively ridiculous and hence quite sidesplitting results. A young prostitute (gorgeous brunette Bree Anthony) gets raped in the woods by a group of scuzzy guys who include a giggly Bobby Astyr and the ever-sleazy Jamie Gillis. Fortunately, the hooker gets taken in by a secret sect of beautiful distaff kung-fu masters who teach her all about the erotic side of the martial arts (i.e., these ladies meditate buck naked until smoke comes out of their vaginas and make out with each other a lot). Director Bill Milling pokes hysterical fun at the glaring shoddiness of low-rent chopsocky fare: Hilariously obvious dubbing, cheesy protracted slow motion, hokey narration done by some dude with a phony and unconvincing Chinese accent, tacky freeze frames, wonky editing for the fight scenes, jarring use of music (Anthony gets raped to jaunty hillbilly bluegrass music!), and even the unavoidable arduous training montages. The smoldering presence of the always delicious C.J. Laing as the martial arts teacher provides plenty of heat. The bright cinematography gives this flick an attractive sunny look. A total hoot and a half.