I imaged The Stepmother to be a by-the-numbers sexploitation flick. I presumed I could watch it out of the corner of my eye whilst doing something else, like grading papers. Ten minutes in, I was confused enough and curious enough to put down my grading. The film is full of seventies flare. Loud fashion, dramatic freeze frames, and a opening song that sounds something like “Diamonds and Guns” or that-song-in-the-Fructis_ads. That it takes the film over thirty minutes to introduce any clue as to why it is called The Stepmother should not be held against this whacked-out 70′s flick.