On the Las Vegas strip, two unlikely men rendezvous: Samuel Hill, an ill-kempt desert miner, and Benjamin Jabowski, a John Birch Society dandy from the city. Intent on some sort of mayhem, ... See full summary »
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Francis Ford Coppola
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On the Las Vegas strip, two unlikely men rendezvous: Samuel Hill, an ill-kempt desert miner, and Benjamin Jabowski, a John Birch Society dandy from the city. Intent on some sort of mayhem, they enter the Herald Club before the burlesque show starts, and they wire something to the electrical box, set to blow at midnight. They sit at the back of the club to get to know each other. As they drink and glance at the stage, Sam tells of a partner driven mad by visions of naked women in the sagebrush; Ben tells a tale of trying to rid his neighborhood of a pin-up studio. As they get drunker and the clock ticks toward midnight, they pull their chairs closer to the women on stage. Written by
Everyone has their roots, you and I have them, and quite clearly, Francis Coppola has his. Pretty typical of the nudie cuties made in the early sixties... I would say this is 'better' than many made titty films made then, clearly not Russ Meyers though; but he was a freak. It's better 'made' than many titties churned out then, by which I mean he was already showing that he new how to film, make it look good even on a low budget. Good to see Jack Hill's name on the credit. I wonder if they still talk? Maybe Francis could chip in a few bucks to get Mr Hill's career back on track; loved Jack's drive in movies of the seventies. As for Coppola, I've got to agree with another reviewer; this is better than 'Jack'. What was he thinking when he made that crud? Did he have a thing for Fran Drescher or something? Anyway, this is cute, looks tame these days, just some flouncy boobs and stuff, innocent times.....
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