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Friday, September 9, 2011

More early influences

Martine Beswick and Aliza Gur
in a publicity still for
From Russia, With Love
It occurred to me as I was reminiscing and researching for the previous post that I was eleven years old when I saw From Russia, With Love. I saw it at a drive-in with my parents, sitting in the back seat eating one of the crap 10-cent hamburgers we'd smuggled in.

(Even in 1963, 10 cents was a ridiculously low price for a burger. I think we actually got a bag of ten for a dollar. The patty was slightly thicker than cardboard and just about as tasty.)

I guess I was old enough to sort of understand what was going on. I was certainly fascinated by the daggers in the toes of Rosa Klebb's shoes and the submarine periscope surreptitiously installed in the Russian embassy.

But when they got to the catfight between Aliza Gur and Martine Beswick, there was something else happening in the back seat of the old Ford. I wasn't old enough to be sexually aroused by it, but I was – intrigued, let's say. I didn't even know why.

But at age eleven, the die had already been cast.

Raquel Welch (or a stunt double) getting it on
with Beswick for the cavegirl championship
I was fourteen when One Million Years, BC arrived. Enough hormones had kicked in during the intervening three years that when Beswick went cavegirl-on-cavegirl with Raquel Welch, I knew exactly why I was interested. The periscope was going up, all right, but it wasn't in the Russian embassy.

And since I couldn't choose between the blonde and the brunette, I would have to take both of them back to the cave with me.

I still wonder what set me on this path and when it happened. Was I an infant? Five or six? Why am I hot for catfights, and not bondage? Or foot worship? Or just plain ol' porn movies, which have always bored the shit out of me?
Posted by Cameroon Wildebeest, Jr. at 12:37 PM
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4 comments:

  1. fg152September 9, 2011 at 2:30 PM

    These fang-baring-babes look like they are having more fun than should be allowed,far from brutal, they seem almost lost in their own little worlds. I've always felt that Flemming was trying to portray a brutal almost animalistic contest between two rival females who were being forced to fight but, in my estimation he comes across in a more sensationalized "ragamuffin babes in a bare breasted battle" type of tabloid manner. It doesn't matter I like it.

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  2. Shepherd GunnSeptember 12, 2011 at 8:34 AM

    I have to agree about the One Million Years, BC catfight. It's the first that I can remember seeing as well. To be honest, the cave girl catfight idea has always been in the back of my mind from the very beginning. I saw a real catfight while in JR. High, and I think that sealed the deal.

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  3. Mr. TzzSeptember 15, 2011 at 10:12 AM

    For me it was the classic Max Fleischer "Never Kick A Woman" popeye cartoon and the ultra cheezy Mexican wrestling move "Wrestling Women vs. The Aztec Mummy". I saw both of these on TV over the span of a couple of weeks one summer when I was around 12 - 13 years old. What an impression they both made.

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  4. AnonymousSeptember 17, 2011 at 9:00 AM

    I loved the movie "The Amazons" It had two incredible Nekkid wrestling matches in it!

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