Fun sexploitation! Uschi Digard looks like the 50 foot woman in this film. She is the 'Lost Soul' of the film. Dancing and bouncing through out the desert in nothing but thigh high patine leather booths and a chain around her waste. She interprets the convoluted plot about a corrupt sheriff who smuggles pot through the Mexican boarder into the USA. This film has three introductions. The first is a script about freedom of choice and speech that scrolls over a lightening fast montage of Uschi bouncing around. The montage is so kinetic that the words of freedom of choice become obsolete... Intro number two is a bold narration about the evils of marijuana corrupting the minds of today's (1969) thrill seeking, turned on-generation. It seems to contradict the the previous introduction... very tongue in cheek. The third intro is the film's opening credits... RUSS MEYER'S CHERRY & HARRY & RAQUEL. A blonde woman and a young man are seen driving in the desert. They stop the car and begin fornicating next to the sand and brush and cacti while the psychedelic song, "Toys of Our Time," blasts on the soundtrack. The film ends with the narrator giving the audience a moral road map of the characters. SPOILER: The VERY end of the film reveals that the whole plot has been the novel or story of a female author. She types away on her typewriter and her husband asks her brother if he has ever read his sister's, "anti-social," writing. The film alludes that the said author is carrying on an incestuous relationship with her brother. Perverted and brilliant. A great pot head film!
Review of Cherry, Harry & Raquel!
