Russ Meyer obviously doesn't think much of "save the best for last", because the best scene of the movie is the opening segment, which has the only true nudity in all of GMAG, and the best-looking woman - and the best pair of breasts (of the highest russmeyerian quality). I wouldn't go so far as to say that it's downhill from there, but the fact that Capri's ample bosom is never truly revealed to the lusting male viewers is a disappointment. "Less is more" doesn't quite work when it comes to (very) soft porn, now does it... The movie is saved by that great late 60s feel, and over-the-top mugging by some of the cast. Capri speaks exactly like the short-haired brunette bimbo that gets killed off early on in the MST-spoofed "Horror At Party Beach". Those two must have gone to the same charlatanic acting coach; they probably dreamed of stardom, poodles with their own trailers, 100-mill villas... the poor, deluded trollops... As I saw Capri I was instantly reminded of two women (talking about the face here): 1) Raquel Welch; Capri's face is how Welch would have looked if she had done yet another nose-correction, and 2) Amy Winehouse; now, before you call me a blind moron, I have to add that Winehouse would look like Capri if she had around 10,000 facial surgeries. In fact, Amy is so "gorgeous" that she'd probably need dozens of surgeries just to be considered homely. Ciral, playing the blond, is quite sexy, too, whereas the Indian woman is nothing to shout about; a great chest, I'm sure, but 1967 must have been too early even for Meyer to show them to us. All in all not bad, but without the fast-forward button a bit too long...
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