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Completely topless! Completely uninhibited! The wayout craze that began in San Francisco is now exploding across the USA and Europe. National publications have documented the "Topless", but nowhere has it been as thoroughly covered (or uncovered) as it is in Russ Meyer's rampaging motion picture Mondo Topless. The film is believably real - but "unbelievable" just barely describes all of Meyer's discotheque discoveries! Fantastic women, fantastic dances - the "buxotics" - in an incendiary tribute to unrestrained female anatomy featuring the world's loveliest bosom brigade! Written by
There are close-ups of the tape recorders used during the interviews with some dancers, enough for the brands to be read - namely one portable Vista in a beach and a larger Akai M-8 Cross Field in a bedroom. Also, one Panasonic and two Sony portable FM-AM transistors at pool scenes. See more »
I am sure the now dead Yugoslavian dictator, Marshall Tito, would have had no objections to me renaming this movie so. Though I do think he himself could have appeared in it: his breasts were larger than some that we see here...
"Mondo Bimbo" has a great mid-60s feel to it, a colourful and vivacious style that is sorely lacking in today's often overly polished, sometimes sterile-looking movies - not to mention breasts that are REAL. (Oh, them da good ol' days that I never lived through...) No implants filled with dead chemical matter, sticking out of very small breasts, trying to escape their captivity, protesting their imprisonment by impersonating badly blown-up balloons; no, not here.
Still, all's not entirely perfect in the world of the 60s dancing harlots. These braindead women need dancing lessons like Paris Hilton needs a lobotomy. In fact, I take that back: I'd much rather have preferred that none of them danced at all. All that motion distracts from what the title tells us this world is really all about (which it is, in a way). Couldn't Russ have told them to keep still just for a single second? Sure, some of them do: some just stare into the camera emptily, grinning like pleased rhinos, but most of them prance around like deranged Elvis impersonators, to the rhythms of often annoying and ear-splitting jazz and blues music.
Someone here wrote that "no-one wants to hear these strippers talk". How wrong he is... After all, this movie would have been too dull with just breasts bouncing left and right. Some of the things Russ's bimbos say are quite amusing. I very much doubt that this stuff was scripted: it just seems so painfully honest, so utterly moronic, hence those must have been genuine thoughts exiting the empty heads of these mostly very pretty women.
And the winner for Movie's Best Pair Of Breasts goes to... the English-looking woman rolling in mud (also the largest pair). At one point she said that "Playboy Magazine" had rejected her because "my bust-line was too big". I always did hate Hugh Heffner; a niveau riche peasant with no sense of what does or doesn't make a woman beautiful. That magazine is strictly for fans of plastic bimbos...
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