Way Out Topless
What do topless women working out at the gym have to do with topless women strutting their stuff on the runway? Well, uh… they’re all, uh, I dunno… topless, right? Right!!!! And being topless is what it’s all about in Way Out Topless, a nipple-shaking celebration of the Sixties “Topless” craze when, for the first time in the history of modern civilization, decent God-fearing men could walk into their local bars or nightclubs and see honest-to-goodness live girls go-going with their breasts not only on display but happily bouncing along! It was a magnificent moment in American culture, and films like Way Out Topless – along with Paris Topless and Russ Meyer’s Mondo Topless – were there to capture the excitement: “Before you will parade some of the greatest strippers from the notorious ‘Block’ in Baltimore to the gay lights and wild clubs of Washington!” Yes, boys, it’s Boobsapoppin’!
We start our topless tour at “the local gymnasium” where, as narrator JOEL HOLT so dryly puts it, women “are here to make themselves as beautiful and as appealing as possible to their male partner.” This, of course, means getting their tits and ass measured, working out topless on exercise equipment and, yes, wrestling each other on the floor. (Hmmmm… Something looks strangely familiar about these scenes. Same gym, same equipment, same muscleman…. Yup, we strongly suspect that this was footage originally shot for but not used in the “lost” Olga film, Madame Olga’s Massage Parlor. After all, both Madame Olga’s Massage Parlor and Way Out Topless were released by STAN BORDEN’s American Film Distributing Corp. which just hated leaving scenes on the cutting-room floor.)
Then it’s on to the nightclubs “where work is exercise” for the variety of topless talent that shake it for “the night people.” First stop, Baltimore’s “Block” where we’re dazzled by the neon as well as “some of the most beautiful strippers in the world!” Why look, that one’s dressed as a cowgirl! And there’s a beefy black babe in a tiny white nightie! And that gal not only removes her evening gown, but bends over backwards right there on the floor! Sexy and skanky, club after club, boob after boob, it’s a virtual torrent of titties!
We next head to Washington, D.C., and visit “strip joints” like Speakeasy (with its girls on overhead swings and taking bubble baths above the bar) and the Merry Land where we watch a variety of high-haired honeys make the runway their home, first in gowns, then in pasties. We especially love the scary blonde with wild hair and an hourglass figure. Man, they don’t make ‘em like that anymore. Finally, we end our sightseeing at the Gayety burlesque house where, among the house girls, we were particularly charmed by the graceless moves of a chunky young lady in all her pastie-free splendor.
God bless every one of them. Way Out Topless: the first film that could proudly be labeled a strip umentary.
From the original 35mm twin-spinnin’ negative. -- François Pinky
|Director||Lewis S. Francis|
|Label||Something Weird Video|
|Region tv||Region 0 / NTSC|