Adiós, polizonte

The only thing that caught my interest in this storywise utterly forgettable flick is the red Volvo P1800 sports car (not to be confused with the slightly larger "snow white's coffin" P1800 ES model). The cop borrows this car from a night club owner and it is the secret star of this movie. It is in all the good shots, it drives over the autobahn, along country lanes, rutted tracks and eventually through an enormous, desert like gravel or sandpit. There the cop drives this beautiful but already completely battered car over the edge into the quarry pond. The girl (who throughout has an intense stare like she is truly insane) is on board, but they both resurface and spend the night together in a shack in the pit. The next day they find a farmer (or is it a hippie commune?) and they pull the car out with a tractor. Then the cop restores it on the farm (or the hippie commune?) to its old glory. Well, it's a story within a story but the only reason to watch this movie.