“Right here, in our own backyard, in the more civilized parts of the world, are practiced some of the most uncivilized acts ever conceived!” Antonio Scarpati directed this, a one and done view of the world in 1965, in the time before the internet when life was cheap. Acually, life has always been cheap.
Joel Holt, who would go on the narrorate Paris Topless and two of the Olga movies — as well as direct part of The Wild, Wild World of Jayne Mansfield — is the voice that will take us through this world.
You may notice that nearly none of this movie is real. Like when we’re in Central Park, the rapist is Richard B. Shull from Sssssss and Spring Break. And when we see a photographer taking photos of nude models, that’s Sammy Petrillo, who once teamed with Duke Mitchell to make Bela Lugosi meets a Brooklyn Gorilla. While gay men dance on rooftops, Sammy is taking snaps of girls acting as if Irving Klaw was nearby.
This is a sick world, a place where prostitiutes do heroin while a roomful of people dance the Twist, where Lucky Kargo (The Hookers, Venus In Furs) gets in a brawl with Sam Stewart (Bad Girls Go to Hell), where performance art is really people beating up one another and fat people always get a laugh.
Reality TV has replaced the mondo, but the same scum always rises to the top. I don’t say that as a bad thing. This one is faker than the other, but has that ever stopped me from watching one of these.