Beneath the Valley of the Ultra-vixens (1979)
Country: US
Technical: col 98m
Director: Russ Meyer
Cast: Francesca "Kitten" Natividad, Ken Keer
Synopsis:
Small Town, USA, and a salt-of-the-earth raconteur talks us through the marital difficulties of Lamar and Lavonia: she can't get enough and he only likes giving it to her tradesmen's entry. Meanwhile the airwaves are awash with sub-orgasmic ecstatic visions of salvation from the buxom presenter of the local baptist radio station.
Review:
Meyer's last great extravaganza - home video erotica was his death-knell - and it's one of his best. It deliriously abandons much of a storyline in favour of increasingly fantasmagoric, and near the knuckle, sexual encounters whose only pretext is to cure the problems of the above married couple. The director even steps on at the end to eulogize his new discovery (Natividad), and provide what appears to be a trailer for the movie and a tout for the never-to-be-made sequel. Shame. It's all in the hyperbolic style that became his trademark - crazy angles, lascivious close-ups, arty compositions with breasts involved and superhuman bouts of coital frenzy - and fancies itself as the last nail in the coffin of the American Dream. That is, unless you took it all seriously...
Country: US
Technical: col 98m
Director: Russ Meyer
Cast: Francesca "Kitten" Natividad, Ken Keer
Synopsis:
Small Town, USA, and a salt-of-the-earth raconteur talks us through the marital difficulties of Lamar and Lavonia: she can't get enough and he only likes giving it to her tradesmen's entry. Meanwhile the airwaves are awash with sub-orgasmic ecstatic visions of salvation from the buxom presenter of the local baptist radio station.
Review:
Meyer's last great extravaganza - home video erotica was his death-knell - and it's one of his best. It deliriously abandons much of a storyline in favour of increasingly fantasmagoric, and near the knuckle, sexual encounters whose only pretext is to cure the problems of the above married couple. The director even steps on at the end to eulogize his new discovery (Natividad), and provide what appears to be a trailer for the movie and a tout for the never-to-be-made sequel. Shame. It's all in the hyperbolic style that became his trademark - crazy angles, lascivious close-ups, arty compositions with breasts involved and superhuman bouts of coital frenzy - and fancies itself as the last nail in the coffin of the American Dream. That is, unless you took it all seriously...
Country: US
Technical: col 98m
Director: Russ Meyer
Cast: Francesca "Kitten" Natividad, Ken Keer
Synopsis:
Small Town, USA, and a salt-of-the-earth raconteur talks us through the marital difficulties of Lamar and Lavonia: she can't get enough and he only likes giving it to her tradesmen's entry. Meanwhile the airwaves are awash with sub-orgasmic ecstatic visions of salvation from the buxom presenter of the local baptist radio station.
Review:
Meyer's last great extravaganza - home video erotica was his death-knell - and it's one of his best. It deliriously abandons much of a storyline in favour of increasingly fantasmagoric, and near the knuckle, sexual encounters whose only pretext is to cure the problems of the above married couple. The director even steps on at the end to eulogize his new discovery (Natividad), and provide what appears to be a trailer for the movie and a tout for the never-to-be-made sequel. Shame. It's all in the hyperbolic style that became his trademark - crazy angles, lascivious close-ups, arty compositions with breasts involved and superhuman bouts of coital frenzy - and fancies itself as the last nail in the coffin of the American Dream. That is, unless you took it all seriously...