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Today, it's a ghost town, but (if we are to believe our drunk host who
claims to have lived that long) a hundred years ago it was a cesspool of
sin, where hookers caught their johns by lasso, cowboys, Indians and even
gorillas chased topless girls across town, duels were fought that cost few
a duelist but many a spectator their lives, there was no law and no
morals. But then an unarmed stranger (Sammy Gilbert) in city clothes
enters town, and he makes it through all the random duels in his way
alive, manages to not be lassoed by the local prostitutes, and even makes
it to the bar of the local saloon that's less than friendly to strangers -
and thus he catches the eye of the main bargirl Goldie (Terri Taylor) -
much to the dismay of her man, barowner Snake (Frank Bolger), who's quick
to have the stranger thrown out. But the stranger is quick to come back
all dressed up as a gunman, and he plays it so cool he makes Snake lose it
before he even draws ... and of course he gets the girl in the end. Now
don't be mistaken, this is not a lost masterpiece of Russ Meyer, and only
a minor precursor of things to come. What the film though is a Tex Avery
cartoon come to life - on a much lower budget than a live action Tex Avery
movie might have deserved mind you and devoid of special effects, but with
plenty of nicely shaped naked boobs to make up for this (and judging from
the adult humour of some of the best Tex Avery shorts, he might even have
approved of topless nudity). But the cartoon association is not only there
in the sometimes crude and very visual humour, but also in some of the
visuals as well, as many scenes played before a background held in a
particular fitting primary colour, some backdrops just drawn upon a blank
wall (and obviously so), plus a total lack of interest for realism. That
all still doesn't make Wild Gals of the Naked West great, but it
does stand out from the crowd of sex slapstick comedies from its era ...
if not by much, mind you. At the end of the day, it's at least sexy fun
though.
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