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...first nudie in 1959, to "Beneath the Valley of the Ultravixens," his last sex comedy 20 years later, virtually every Meyer movie was a tale of two titties (or four, six, eight, as many as Russ could get his hands on) - a celebration of women who were bulbous of breast. His actresses toted breastwork so gargantuan they nearly ceased to be human; they were critters of another species, perhaps not animal but mineral, their topography of sexual interest only to size freaks. The unleashing of what Meyer would call a woman's "oh-so-mammiferous buxotic bare bongers" suggests less...
...Teas" had, a veteran of Meyer's World War II unit, the 166th Signal Corps (this time Sammy Gilbert) - the girls wore bejeweled pasties, "covering the money," as his producer Pete deCenzie grumbled. Even Meyer wasn't crazy about some of these efforts. In his rampaging autobiography "A clean BREAST! The Life and Loves of Russ Meyer," he writes of the 1962 "Erotica" that "the film made more than a couple of bucks" and adds, in a note of despondency rare to this buoyant memoir, "There's no accounting for taste...
...serious competition. Radley Metzger's Audubon Films was importing relatively sophisticated French films with a soup?on of sexual decadence. Director Herschell Gordon Lewis and producer David F. Friedman had reaped a bonanza with the ghouly-gory-nudie-roughie "Blood Feast." (Friedman, who oddly gets no mention in "A clean BREAST!", was a mirror Meyer: an inspired huckster with a gift for literary bombast. His memoir "A Youth in Babylon: Confessions of a Trash-Film King" is a marvel of evocative high-comic writing. And stay tuned for the sequel!) So Meyer, deciding it was "time to bust...
...clean BREAST!" documents the whole obsessive odyssey, in 1213 pages of rumination and rant. It's all here. Way too much is here, Meyer believing with William Blake that the road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. He must, for it is his nature, document his preoccupation with protuberances: the meditation comparing English bosoms to Italian abbondanzas, the tribute to "Anita Ekberg's gravity-defying / conically capacious dairying facilities." But he is as generous to other, minor bards as he is to himself, including long excerpts of movie critiques from the likes of the Kankakee Clarion, the Chico...
...reader can never become exasperated with a writer who refers to sex as "a pelvis-to-pelvic impaction" or "root and canal work"; who acts as his own randy Roget, gleefully riffing on synonyms for roundness of breast ("rotundity, globularity, orbicularity and globosity") or anthropomorphizing his favorite female body part as "pouting, bulging, arching, ballooning, gravity-defying, ... surging, quivering, heaving, swaying, intoxicating, tantalizing, bouncing, suffocating, yes, even overwhelming...