The
Curious Dr. Humpp is a
50's scifi monster movie
(The Brain That Would Not
Die) as though it were
filmed in the 70's by Russ
Meyer. So Dr. Humpp
- now there's some
subtlety right there -
sends out a henchmonster
to capture folks as they
engage in sexual
activity. He is not
discriminating. Boy
on girl? He gets
em. Girl on
girl? Them,
too. (I guess that
makes him the Bi-Curious
Dr. Humpp.) A gal
engaged in autoerotic
fingerplay? Yup, her
too. And a
stripper. Did I
mention the
stripper? Even a
foursome of self-described
hippies. Why, you
ask, does he want or need
people doing the sexy
thing? Because the
good doctor isolates from
them the elixir of life
for a brain in a jar that
just keeps on
living. Fine, fine,
sure, sure. The
point is this: the whole
kind-of-plot thing is
designed to get a bunch of
women nekkid as often as
possible. The
hippies, alone, go on
forever, which is both
good and bad because those
gals were the ones I could
not identify. The
women for whom name and
face/body could be matched
were Gloria Pratt as the
stripper, Greta Williams
as the self-pleasuring gal
who finds a partner
post-kidnapping, Mary
Albano as one of the
lesbians (the other?
I dunno) and Susana
Beltran as Dr. Humpp's
faithful nurse. Now,
Ms. Beltran is worthy of
special note because she
possessed the kind of
hooters women pay big
bucks to get but fail
every time.
Seriously, if augmentation
surgery gave every woman
those hooties there would
be many more plastic
surgeons and lots of happy
men. Anyway, the
movie goes along and there
is this protagonist
newspaper reporter who has
the James Bondian ability
to turn a woman to his
side by pairing up with
them and finds a gun and
alerts the authorities and
it all comes crashing
down. Yay.
