Somehow the man who had a lifelong love affair with breasts rendered them totally boring. Beyond the truly gonzo narration, there is not a single redeeming quality in this film. Like Europe in the Raw, it's vibrant for about nine seconds before it mechanically follows swaying and wiggling. Who knew that doggedly pursuing the female form could do it such a massive disservice.
Dépourvu de tout scénario, tourné en quatre jours, cette oeuvre n'a aucun intérêt cinématographique particulier, mais pour laquelle les fétichistes mammaires se délectent invariablement. On peut les comprendre ! www.cinefiches.com
Russ Meyer, a man bringing so much testicular over-drive to exploitation, it had to be called sexploitation. Mondo Topples gives us the most curvacious peaks seen on this side of the Rockies, layered to a couple of awesome 60's surfer tunes. Looped. Continuously, while a crude-witted narrator guides us through these vignettes, using many radios as his medium of transportation through locations and cuts. Thumbs up