May 21 2006
Campy Camp
The Bad Girl Bad Movie filmfest continues apace at Chez Suzy. Far more exclusive than that tiresome Cannes thing, and featuring classic American B movies and A class American cocktails. Instead of starving yourself to fit into an overpriced gown, you can wear your PJ’s (or, in keeping with the film, your birthday suit), and no photos, unflattering or otherwise, will appear in the tabloids.
This week’s gem was Blaze Starr Goes Nudist (1960), which is so bad that it could have (should have) been directed by Ed Wood. The nominal notionette is that poor Blaze, exhausted by the demands of her fans (two teenage girls asking for her autograph!); publicity appearances (having to go to a party in a beautiful evening gown!); etc. (phone calls about personal appearances!), decides to take a break at a nearby nudist camp.
Nudist camp turns out to be a lot like reform school, only without the clothes. There’s the same sort of female frolicking – apparently nudist camps appeal more to girls than boys – but carefully filmed so as to only reveal T&A. Quite refreshing to see bodies that are innocent of plastic surgery, though I found myself hoping that Blaze’s truly frightening pair were an early implant experiment and not a particularly unappealing joke by the supreme mistress of them all, Mother Nature.
Either way, I had to wonder about Earl K. Long’s taste in girls, his notorious affair with La Starr having ended that year along with his life. Reminded me of governor-era Bill Clinton and his terrifying triumvirate. Oh, and rumor has it that JFK and Blaze were up close and personal – you guessed it, when he was a governor. Now who’s the one with the fetish?