Mondo Topless (1966)

This is an essential Russ Meyer film. By that I mean it's not one of his best or most important films (though it is fun); rather, what I mean is that it is the Meyer ethos boiled down to its base. This is an hour long, and it masquerades as a documentary, which means there's no annoying plot to get in the way of the mammalian appreciation. That's what this film is: big jigglin' boobies. There's also the traditional overbaked narration (here turned up to Extra-Emphatic), and there's the accomplished editing and the expert camerawork and the inexplicable fascination with naked girls near train tracks. But mostly this is boobies. Big, happy, jigglin', runnin', floppin' boobies. The movie comes in, does its thing and cuts out before it gets tiresome. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Grade: B