It's hard to understand this B-movie if you didn't grow up in the '70s and '80s in Italy. Most of the script is made by vulgar puns, bad musical numbers, homophobic sketches, references to then-contemporary Italian popular culture, and abundantly naked women.
OK, you can look at the naked women, but what is most enjoyable is the pure nonsense. And the lack of a recognizable plot. And the very, very, very low budget. Director Ciro Ippolito proudly declared "I made the worst Italian movie ever, in the worst moment ever of Italian movie-making."
You won't believe anyone could make a movie like this, and actually release it in theatres (two. In one the release was 3 hours late, as the film was being brought by car by the director itself, who got stuck in a traffic jam.)
Some random quotes to illustrate the concept:
Indian Chief: "Son, who do you like more, daddy or mommy?" Son: "Pippo Baudo!"
Narrator: "In the meanwhile, among the chestnut trees, an ass was wandering."
Arrapaho (kissing his girl): "I feel you are very nervous, what's up?" Girl: "It's four days since I last shitted!"
It is so hopelessly bad that it became a cult movie straight away. And it was intended to be.
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