Cicciabomba

Back in June of 1986 I was doing archaeology in Sardinia -- our team was staying in the central town of Marcomer, which is also an Italian Navy base (for training) and we students decided to see an Italian porn film.

Now, we had all see the Italian porn comics on sale at the train station (gross outs) and expected to spend the time going "Eeeuu!" Mostly we expected to watch the Italian boys leer at the screen. We were going 'cultural anthropology.' Our concierge said the film was dirty.

The movie is about an overweight Italian girl who runs an anti-clerical radio station in an Italian hill town who pines for a young man who ignores her. She wins a trip to Anita Ekberg's New York fat farm, where in many grunting scenes the fat suit is removed. Ekberg's male aid clearly has his eye on her.

Fat Girl returns home as a stacked American blond and discovers that her younger sister has been seduced and abandoned and left pregnant at the altar by the idiot boy she had originally had a liking for.

The rest of the tale is her revenge. And no, it isn't something from Elizabethan theater. The movie is funny and sweet and I would show it to a nine-year-old.

And no, we didn't feel like we had been gypped either.