At first look, and maybe upon subsequent viewing as well, horse racing and exploitation filmmaking have nothing in common, except that pedigree can indicate a winner, especially when renowned producer Roger Corman and world-leading director of girls-guns-and-explosions cinema Andy Sidaris share billing on a cheese and sleaze title, as they do with Stacey (1973). Action, suspense, and sexual hijinks are but three touchstones of Stacey's success. Shot in a year when the female private detective was still fresh to the quick-buck genre and when outdoor movie stadiums dotted a nation of hormone-hopped youths, Stacey is both a relic from a bygone era and an eternal reminder of why those days will always be thought of as a better time than now.