i just saw this stinky old boiler on tv. best watched with a very large flagon of dr jurd jungle juice at hand and this exploitorific cheese fest is hilariously bad. on the (very slim) plus side and raquel was in her physical prime and she looks good and and you get to see a fair bit of her and since she plays a go go dancer while she had great legs and that for sure. there also some minor interest for screen buffs in the footage of los angeles ca. 69 and and in spotting actors in minor parts who went on to better things. veteran thesp ron rifkin (brothers and sisters) delivers a toe curling early performances as sailor the faggot junkie barman who rats raquel out to the bad guy. you might also recognise the gun toting security guard in the hit and run scene  it a very early appearance by gordon jump and who gave such a lovely performance in soap as piece of chelief tinkler. the plot of flareup and such as it is and follows the travails of an exotic dancer (welch) on the run from her murderous ex husband (luke askew). this turkey is classic production line hollywood sludge  a paint by numbers script and pedestrian direction and hokey shots and edits and effects and ultra cheesy stock music and plywood sets and and performances to match. the cast is as uniformly dreadful as the screenplay. although raquel is capable of fair performances in the right vehicle and this wheezy old clunker is so bad that she doesn not really stand a chance and and neither does the audience. one of my favourite moments occurs when raquel awakes up in the hospital and sees the vegas cop who pursuing her murderous ex and and asks how did you get here.  to which he of course replies in a plane. oh the humanity . and you would not be able to take your eyes off the doctor (michael rougas) who has what might well be one of the very worst walk ons in the long sad history of bad cameos. i do not think i have ever seen anyone stand in one spot so badly before. raquel love interest joe (james stacy) ambles through the film with a fixed look that somewhere between bemused and embarrassed  and no wonder. this bomb puts the cast through just about every made for tv cliché in the book and from raquel spectacularly dreadful turn in the dreadful nightmare montage and to the pure schlock of the romantic horse ride along leo carillo beach. spoiler warning  just about the only interesting thing in the whole film is the denouement and in which raquel finally gets her own back and and hilariously enacts the title and by setting the baddie on fire. whoever the stunt guy was really earned his money on this one  he goes up like yorba linda in a heatwave. yet even this fairly spectacular scene is compromised by the fact that one of the crew moves into shot near the end. there are so many crappy things about flareup that it oddly compelling while i found yourself wondering if this could be one of the worst films i have ever seen made. the answer seemed to be a resounding yes . until i saw the film that followed it and roger corman mega trashy caged heat classic the big doll house and which takes awful to a whole new level. i can heartily recommend these two shlockers as a double bill. you will laugh yourself silly. 
i just saw this stinky old boiler on tv. best watched with a very large flagon of dr jurd jungle juice at hand and this exploitorific cheese fest is hilariously bad. on the (very slim) plus side and raquel was in her physical prime and she looks good and and you get to see a fair bit of her and since she plays a go go dancer while she had great legs and that for sure. there also some minor interest for screen buffs in the footage of los angeles ca. 69 and and in spotting actors in minor parts who went on to better things. veteran thesp ron rifkin (brothers and sisters) delivers a toe curling early performances as sailor the faggot junkie barman who rats raquel out to the bad guy. you might also recognise the gun toting security guard in the hit and run scene  it a very early appearance by gordon jump and who gave such a lovely performance in soap as piece of chelief tinkler. the plot of flareup and such as it is and follows the travails of an exotic dancer (welch) on the run from her murderous ex husband (luke askew). this turkey is classic production line hollywood sludge  a paint by numbers script and pedestrian direction and hokey shots and edits and effects and ultra cheesy stock music and plywood sets and and performances to match. the cast is as uniformly dreadful as the screenplay. although raquel is capable of fair performances in the right vehicle and this wheezy old clunker is so bad that she doesn not really stand a chance and and neither does the audience. one of my favourite moments occurs when raquel awakes up in the hospital and sees the vegas cop who pursuing her murderous ex and and asks how did you get here.  to which he of course replies in a plane. oh the humanity . and you would not be able to take your eyes off the doctor (michael rougas) who has what might well be one of the very worst walk ons in the long sad history of bad cameos. i do not think i have ever seen anyone stand in one spot so badly before. raquel love interest joe (james stacy) ambles through the film with a fixed look that somewhere between bemused and embarrassed  and no wonder. this bomb puts the cast through just about every made for tv cliché in the book and from raquel spectacularly dreadful turn in the dreadful nightmare montage and to the pure schlock of the romantic horse ride along leo carillo beach. spoiler warning  just about the only interesting thing in the whole film is the denouement and in which raquel finally gets her own back and and hilariously enacts the title and by setting the baddie on fire. whoever the stunt guy was really earned his money on this one  he goes up like yorba linda in a heatwave. yet even this fairly spectacular scene is compromised by the fact that one of the crew moves into shot near the end. there are so many crappy things about flareup that it oddly compelling while i found yourself wondering if this could be one of the worst films i have ever seen made. the answer seemed to be a resounding yes . until i saw the film that followed it and roger corman mega trashy caged heat classic the big doll house and which takes awful to a whole new level. i can heartily recommend these two shlockers as a double bill. you will laugh yourself silly. ---------------------------------Answer Question Below----------------------------------

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