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Perhaps; perhaps not. Raquel may be forever relegated to the oxymoronic role of the virgin voluptuary, writhing in tattered wolfskin and muttering, "Ur . . . Loana ... gunkl . . . Tumak?" until neither she—nor audiences—can stand it any longer. Ah, but what if it turns out that Raquel Welch really, truly can act? In that serendipitous event, the world's moviegoers, as Myra would so aptly put it, are in for a real good time.