A narrator with a thick Midwest accent (“Ain’t that
a mouthful of cheese?”) teaches a class about the female form. We then see choppy and grainy footage of women
dancing before we’re shown nude stills while a guy offscreen points to their
naughty parts with a pencil. Then, there
are still images of a guy named “Georgie” taking pictures of scantily clad “goils”.
The rest of the film plays out like that. Instead of seeing actual stripteases, we
merely get a series of photos of girls with less and less clothing. It often feels more like a slideshow accompanied
by clumsy narration than a real movie. Either
that or a screen version of a pictorial from nudie magazine. Sure, it’s clumsy and awkward, but once you
get used to it, it isn’t too bad.
The narration is good for some laughs. After a close-up of boobs, the narrator says,
“How would yah like tah spot weld deez things?” What the fuck?
It’s not close to being “good”, but it’s certainly strange enough and
short enough (it’s less than fifty minutes) to be watchable.
Georgie’s mugging gets old quickly though, and the
girls vary in attractiveness. Still, it’s
got enough random moments (like the odd scene where a guy holds a woman at
knifepoint, not to mention the padding taken from an old western) to make for a
unique experience. It’s actually kind of
shocking this was made and released. I would’ve liked to have seen audience’s
reactions to this one when it was first released.
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