They consequently made another, released the same year, Double Agent 73. She did eventually move into the sexploitation genre, and made two films with the Polish-born exotic dancer, Chesty Morgan (credited on this first collaboration as Zsa Zsa). These were innocuous attempts at getting tits and ass on the screen, in the shape of the nudist camp. Don't say I didn't warn you!!ĭirected by Doris Wishman, who started her career in the business of "Nudie Cuties", such as Nude on the Moon (1961) and Diary of a Nudist (also 1961).
#Big boobs squeed between her arms movie
Overall, a truly godawful movie with nothing, including the nudity, to recommend it. It's all just an excuse to see her boobs.and as I said before, it's really not attractive and is only for the morbidly curious. And, she uses the only two weapons she has.with hilarious results. Quality-wise, it's a bit lower than you'd see in "The Room" or "Birdemic"! The plot, such as it is, involves Chesty going out to get revenge for the murder of her mobster boyfriend. The film is obviously very low budgeted and the acting, direction and film work make that pretty obvious. And, while this might sound mean, while she is often topless in the film, it's not a particularly attractive or titillating sight! I honestly can't see many people finding this sexy. After all, she had a heavy Polish accent which needed to be dubbed in her movies and it wasn't like she was known for her acting. The film stars Chesty Morgan, a stripper with the dubious distinction of having the largest boobs of any film star according to "The Guinness Book of World Records".and that undoubtedly is the only reason she was put in films in the first place. It's not the first time they posted an exploitation film on their site, but it is unusual. So, seeing this exploitation film on their channel came to me as a bit of surprise. The Criterion Channel and their DVD releases are known for bringing folks artsy international films. The final dollop of Cool Whip is that THIS WAS INTENDED IN ALL SERIOUSNESS! See it now! It's as if Chesty herself is merely the pinnacle of the greater camp aesthetic.
Everything about the film is so delightfully, wonderfully tacky and ridiculous that you can't look away. She and Wishman have created a style of what, in other hands, might be considered simple ineptitude. Still, despite her awesome inability to act, Miss Morgan has an undeniable screen presence and is consistently fascinating to watch. Throughout the course of the film, she looks and acts like someone just dragged her out of bed. She does two striptease acts, which consist of her walking around a bit, losing her top, and manhandling those frightening things. Sporting a (supposedly self-supplied) platinum shag wig and a hideous ruffled wardrobe, she lumbers around on mile-high platform shoes, staring blankly at her gaudy surroundings. But who watches Doris Wishman movie expecting sense? Chesty comes off as a complete boob, with her clunky, elephantine breasts as her only assets. How? With her gargantuan just-over-six-foot bazookas, of course! Clad in pantyhose and girdle, she raises her arms-cue the thunderous crash of bowling pins-and closes in for the kill! As you may guess, sense is not the movie's strong point. Hell hath no fury like a monstrously huge-breasted woman scorned, and Crystal takes it upon herself to dish out retribution. Unfortunately, her gangster boyfriend is rubbed out by his associates after a backfired double-cross. Rather it is one of the most unintentionally hilarious pieces of dementia ever to hit the screen! The amazingly ridiculous plot finds Chesty is Crystal, a "Hard Selling Woman" who is deeply in love and wants to get married. Please note that this film is not erotic in the least.
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As the credits roll and the great theme song blasts, we see the jiggling title artillery distorted (okay-more so) in a series of convex mirrors. Billed as Zsa Zsa (as in "The Zsa Zsa Gabor of Burlesk"), she smothers any of the viewer's misconceptions during the title sequence. Cheap Mafia movies are a dime a dozen, right? Not when your heroine is Chesty Morgan, the Polish peeler with proportions preposterous enough to give Russ Meyer pause.
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