It's been a while since I've posted anything here, and naturally after watching a film as artfully thrilling and human as M, I wanted to make sure that my next movie was its emotional and technical equal.
That equal has been found.
Racket Girls. The lurid, seedy tale of female wrestlers and the gangsters who bet on them. Filled with absurdly long takes of women writhing and straining in front of what is very obviously a near-empty boxing hall, desite the soundtrack's attempts to provide screams from the crowd. A movie so cobbled together from failed takes that some of its dialogue is entirely uninteligible. As Crow observes during a particularly exploitative scene featuring the female star, Peaches Page, running in a sweater and short shorts alongside the highway, "When Ed Wood saw this it must have been like what Truffaut felt like when he saw Citizen Kane."
M who?
Yes, that is a shot of Leopard Girl from between the legs of Panther Woman, her opponent!
No one in this movie had apparently ever learned what to do with their arms. The boom mic can also be seen in the upper left corner.
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