Deadly Weapons

Out of the two Chesty Morgan features created by Doris Wishman, "Deadly Weapons" is probably the weaker. In this trash epic, Chesty plays a woman who sets out to get revenge on the men who kill her fiancee. The film suffers from too many scenes of seedy violence between the thuggish male characters, and the usual Wishman out-of-focus shots of legs, shoes, wallpaper, curtains, ashtrays and carpets. Chesty can't act to save her life, but she actually does make an attempt, unlike "Double Agent 73" where she resembles a drugged up zombie for the entire running time. She is helped immensely by a lot of her vocal performance being "inner monologues" that we hear without her having to actually try and read lines on camera.

Highlights include Chesty's "sexy" bubble bath near the beginning where she showcases an inability to even sit in a bath like any normal person. The lurid fashion crimes in both clothing and home decor will take your breath away, as will Chesty's hilarious method of dispatching her victims. Oh yeah, and the them tune "Hard Selling Woman" (I think) is great! If anything, "Deadly Weapons" is slightly better made then "DA73", but sadly, a lot of it is still boring. Still, for anyone who appreciates the craziest of cult trash cinema, this is a must see.

After the mob hits a guy with a list, one of the hoods (Richard Towers) keeps the list for himself to blackmail the people on it. When the mobsters find out he is a double-crosser, they off him, which angers his busty girlfriend (Chesty Morgan). She goes after them using the only two weapons she has.

Now, you have Richard Towers ("Last House of the Left") and you have Harry Reems ("Deep Throat"). And Reems has one of the greatest mustaches I have ever seen... so this alone should sell you. But then you have Chesty Morgan. She cannot act, she cannot talk (all her lines are dubbed), and her "talent" is more of a freak show than anything you would actually choose to see... which is perfect for a film released by Something Weird.

As others have said, this is the very definition of a "cult" film. It is certainly not good in any traditional sense, but it has a very odd quality about it that might be enjoyable if you are into strange films. That is all this can be called -- a strange film. It is not sexy, it is not well-written, the directing is adequate but nothing more. Acting is poor. It is just weird.

Huge-breasted Crystal has a boyfriend who belongs to the mob, but doublecrosses his boss only to be killed by two hoods/buddies in said mob. Crystal overhears her boyfriend's death by phone and plans her revenge on the two murderers as she travels to Las Vegas and Miami to assault each of them with her very ample deadly weapons. Such is the basic premise of Deadly Weapons. Well, the film certainly is a one of a kind. I mean how many films feature as its main protagonist a woman with a 73 inch bust who becomes a breast-smothering vigilante. The film is directed by Doris Wishman and its is cheaply-made with little directorial flair and almost no acting(save the performance by porn star Harry Reems). The female lead is played by Chesty Morgan(in reality another very hard to write/pronounce Polish name), and she bounces her way through the film seeing how many different ways she can showcase her bust. She finds many ways. As films go, this is really nothing special except for its status as exploitative cinema or a cult film. It is worth a look for its oddity qualities. If anyone knows...let me know...but I believe the guy playing Crystal's boyfriend was the same man that played Mari's father in Last House on the Left. The names on IMDB are different but the two men are one and the same I believe.

****SPOILERS**** A story of murder and revenge staring the busty Chesty Morgan as stripper Crystal Zsa Zsa who's unusual psychical attributes make it difficult for her stand up or walk straight without tipping over. It's when Crystal's gangster boyfriend Larry, Richard Towers, is interrupted while saying sweet nothings into her ear vis the telephone that he's gunned down by two of his colleagues Tony Barler, Harry "The Reemer" Reems, and Captian Hook, Mitchell Fredericks. The trouble for them is that they forgot to put the phone back on the hook where they, with Crystal listening in, ended up not only incriminating but identifying themselves in Larry's killers!

Determined to make them pay for what they did Crystal plans to do the two creeps in with her deadly arsenal of double barreled Winchesters 73's that she plans to use on them. Getting a job as a stripper in a Las Vagas casino Crystal in promising Captain Hook, one of her biggest admirers, a good time get's him good and stoned in her hotel room as she ends up suffocating him to death with her massive 73's. Tracking down Barler at a Miami hotel Crystal has a much difficult time in getting him alone and smothering him to dead in that Barler's jealous and possessive girlfriend Eve, Denise Purcell, is in the way. With Eve spilling the beans in knowing that Barler murdered Larry he ends up doing her in with his neck-tie as well. Not realizing that it opened the door for Crystal, whom he made a play for, to have her chance to get a crack or squeeze on him!

****SPOILERS**** Were in for a big surprise at the end of the movie when it turns out that Crystal's meek and flower loving and sniffing dad, Phillip Stahl, was the person who, in Larry holding out on him, ordered the hit on Larry! Only worth watching for what the movie is advertised for in highlighting her-Chesty Morgan- physical statistics. As them being the eight as well as all the other seven wonders of the world all rolled into one; Or is it two?

When I was a young man out in the work force, I went with a couple of colleagues to see this flick. The theatre was about 15 feet wide, and I think the film must have been a 16 mm print. The floor was sticky. Besides 3 or 4 young fellows (us) the rest of the audience seemed to consist of much older men with rain coats.

When the movie got going, it was so preposterous that we just couldn't keep from laughing our you-know-whats off. Well, that didn't go over too well with the others: We were repeatedly shushed and told to pipe down, so they could enjoy the show. Interrupted their concentrations, no doubt. It was really too preposterous to be sexy.

On the way out after the movie, there was a jar of "Chesty Morgan matchbooks" in a bowl, and I took one. ( No, her picture didn't wrap around to the back.) Many years later, at home, the lights went out in a thunderstorm. But I happened to remember that the Chesty book of matches was nearby, and I was able to find it, light one, and see my way out of the room. Thank you, Chesty!