I was surprised to find this cheap exploitation film as the first of Francis Ford Coppola's credits, not one that he will freely talk about obviously but certainly showing what was inside Francis's rainbow long before he made "The Godfather". there is absolutely no plot line, just a series of stories told by a bunch of men sitting around a showroom table in Las Vegas about how men went looking at women always see them topless no matter what they are wearing.
While some of these stories have humorous elements about them, it's nothing more than an excuse for women to prance around without their blouses. The first segment, seemingly set in the old west, has a young cowboy out in the desert, suddenly coming across a nude woman among the cactus and tumbleweeds and later encountering women in various states of undress in a saloon, seeing them topless no matter what they are actually wearing. he is out of their very fast, apparently back to his mother, so he can get these dirty thoughts out of his head.
The sequences that follow this are basically more of the same, and while the women are certainly buxom and beautiful, they really don't say a word to give them any personality outside of what's below their neck. Cheaply made with faded color and basically no script other than the ugling old men who tell the stories, this isn't even worth seeing if you have to see all of Coppola's films. Nothing to recommend in the editing or photography or music or sound either. Most viewers probably won't make it past half an hour.
While some of these stories have humorous elements about them, it's nothing more than an excuse for women to prance around without their blouses. The first segment, seemingly set in the old west, has a young cowboy out in the desert, suddenly coming across a nude woman among the cactus and tumbleweeds and later encountering women in various states of undress in a saloon, seeing them topless no matter what they are actually wearing. he is out of their very fast, apparently back to his mother, so he can get these dirty thoughts out of his head.
The sequences that follow this are basically more of the same, and while the women are certainly buxom and beautiful, they really don't say a word to give them any personality outside of what's below their neck. Cheaply made with faded color and basically no script other than the ugling old men who tell the stories, this isn't even worth seeing if you have to see all of Coppola's films. Nothing to recommend in the editing or photography or music or sound either. Most viewers probably won't make it past half an hour.