This is not a Documentary in any form, shape or fashion. But it is one of the very few exploitation-burlesque films that wasn't filmed with one camera from the back of a burlesque theater, ... See full summary »
This is not a Documentary in any form, shape or fashion. But it is one of the very few exploitation-burlesque films that wasn't filmed with one camera from the back of a burlesque theater, and one of the even-fewer films of this genre that had a plot that was more than just a series of strippers performing in-between a series of no-talent comics interrupting the stripping. The plot here involves two burlesque fans---the whole burlesque-show and not just the strippers---reading that a university is preparing a time capsule on the arts and is not considering burlesque for inclusion. They bring film and camera to the board meeting, and force the board members to look at examples of the "art of burlesque," featuring Georgia Southern and Rosita Royce...and her well-trained birds...and the inevitable comedians. As an extra added attraction---for who-knows-who--- the 1953 "Mr. America" makes an appearance. For the "film-in-a-film" finale, nine barely-clad girls come on stage each carrying a ... Written by
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Ah the fifties--the waning days of burlesque. Men were so horny they were willing to put up with anything--including lame comedians in order to watch women walk around in marginally erotic outfits and sometimes strip.
These ecdysiasts are consummate artists, and Lili St.Cyr is at her loveliest, in this loving tribute to burlesque. This film is a real time capsule of a "lost" art form.
Betty Page has only a small marginal role in this one and she is no where near the class act of the other "professionals"
Be sure to watch Rosita Royce and her amazing birds!
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