French Quarter

{my thanks to reviewer "inhopewell" whose info made me save the best for last}

One thing's for dang sure, this one's way up high on top of the Crown International pile. I've seen almost all of the Dangerous Babes box-set now except my revisit to NIGHT CLUB, and none of the others are worthy movies (though worthy moments are provided by some really pretty chicks-of-days- gone-by) but this one kicked off great. So much so that I began seeing the wonderful A+ report I was gonna write for it. Then everything changed. The Late Seventies backdrop shifted back in time and it was the Teenies (not these Teenies, but the Teenies of a hundred years ago) and the clear-cut story- line was no more, the movie falters, which is why, I suppose, it landed up in the Crown International domain (a film junkyard) where decomposing dead-end movies go to be distributed nonetheless, or whatever. (I've only recently learned about Crown, back when I first saw NIGHT CLUB decades ago, the golden crowned globe would have had no meaning, nowadays, with this being my eleventh outing in that territory, I boo the damn thing!)

Point is, though, what with the pampered girl whose daddy died having to go to the city to find an income, and ending up in a burlesque strip club, there guys, there you had a story, and it was going great, till you got all artsy and veered off course with this time traveling/dream thing. The first twenty or so minutes, that should have been the way the movie should have gone. But some schmook had other loftier ideas and went and ruined it.

Still, besides the story-line, there is a lot to see. Some really pretty ladies almost completely starkers... classy in a Dita von Teese sort of way. This is, like I said, top of the heap. It delivers way-hot panting-for-it tease without the sleaze, in fact. Better than almost all modern stuff. There's a beautiful all-out fixation on legs and rumps. Let me single out the dancer in the red feather boa. That music became my anthem! She is gloriously delightful in the most awesome way, and the living embodiment that a tan is overrated! Notice that her performance is classy and never vulgar, just drop-dead dynamite.

So, a visual delight, aside from the story-line gone haywire, worth whatever it takes to obtain.

Recommended by leg-loving The Raven for glam.