Today begins a long
series of caps and
clips of the
grind-house feature,
The Pleasures of a
Woman. The
screenplay for this
movie was written on
a cocktail napkin;
not the outline, the
whole damn
screenplay. Three
gals and a guy
people the universe
of Pleasures and
although all three
gals are beautifully
built and fully
nekkid, the movie is
so very boring.
There are many sins
I will forgive so
long as scenes are
filmed to bring out
the beauty in its
actresses but this
one seems to have
filmed with the
opposite intention.
So I grabbed some
frames and stuck
them together, with
none of the feeble
attempts at artistry
I usually
make. I guess
the clips and the
collages speak for
themselves.
