I was a young fellow of around 23 when this was released and, I'm embarrassed to say, I went to see it. There was a storyline in there, but I don't remember it too much, just some kind of revenge thing. Chesty's assets were as advertised, but strangely unappealing when you actually saw them. It does actually remind me of the joke about the cabaret artist with a 73" chest, whose act is crawling out on stage and trying to stand up. Not my favourite film, and, nearly fifty years later, still feel strangely grubby for having watched it.