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Beer-and-banjo fun was started six years ago in San Francisco at the Red Garter on North Broadway Street, and from Frisco the fad has rippled across the land. There's the Blue Banjo in Seattle, the Levee in Dallas, the Silk and Satin in Portland, the Red Garter in Chicago...
...last of the Last Resorts is slightly older (it was founded 110 years ago) and much, much greyer than La Rand, but the stripper and the seaside town both exude a garish, garter-snapping exuberance that has largely disappeared from affluent America. The boardwalk - and for most visitors the boardwalk is Atlantic City - is an unbelievable anachronism, a eupeptic blend of pre-war Coney Island and a Victorian mu sic hall, where vulgarity, dodgem-car din, sentimentality and pushy camara derie reign uninhibited and unabashed...
...event each year is the Grove's two-week hideout. Some 2,000 Bohemians and guests rough it in 100 different camps, ranging from tiny wooden shelters to elaborate lodges bearing bizarre names like Poker Flat, Star and Garter, Bald Eagle, River Liars and Lost Angels. The Grove routine is pretty shapeless, although each year a couple of glittering original shows are staged beneath the trees. This year the Bohemians did a musical about murder in a whorehouse called Dammit. Who Done It? in which, presumably, the moral was that too many crooks spoil the brothel. Occasionally, particularly learned...
Bruce Conner, 30, begins his A Movie (which lasts only twelve minutes) with a shot of a young and magnificently shaped woman sitting in profile, like Whistler's Mistress, wearing only a black garter belt. Cut. Savage Indians are next, seen slaughtering defenseless pioneers. An elephant charges furiously. Racing cars crash in clouds of dust and fire. A girl lies languidly back on a bed. Dissolve to a submerged submarine shooting a torpedo. The H-bomb goes off. Motorcycles race through mud. A biplane crashes into a lake. That famous Tacoma bridge whips in the wind and collapses...
...resembling a Freudian treatment of La Fontaine, tells of a cat's metamorphosis into a woman of feline charm who turns at night into a rooftop mehitabel; the other shows Pan thwarted in a sneaky attempt to teach Chloe the art of love-and ends with a riproaring, garter-snapping cancan. The ideal musiquette combined an ironic exposition of human foibles with a lusty, busty display of wenches who did not earn their keep by dancing. Offenbach, after all, was addressing a culture whose upper class was embarked on a carnival that lasted a whole generation...