Wednesday, September 22, 2004

An American Original

Film-maker/big breast specialist/"grand old man of bosomania" (per Richard Corliss) Russ Meyer is dead at 82. Other titles acquired by Meyer over his all-too-brief career, which began with "The Immoral Mr. Teas" in 1959 and climaxed orgasmically with the deliciously decadent "Beyond the Valley of the Dolls" in 1971: "King Leer," or my personal favorite, "Mr. Boobsession."

As Meyer himself might have said: thanks for the mammaries, Russ. (Crude? All I can say is that Meyer's autobiography, "A Clean Breast: The Life and Loves of Russ Meyer," had a chapter, "Mammaries Are Made of This." There's one for the time capsule.)

I remember years ago reading in a book on Meyer that Meyer referred to sometime co-collaborator Roger Ebert as a "titty-man" (to indicate that Ebert was as much a fan of the upper anterior, symmetrical part of the female anatomy as Meyer was). After that I could never look at Ebert the same again.

Also, check out this Richard Corliss column from 2002 about the indelible stain Meyer has left on the blue dress of American culture:
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A few minutes ago, I received an unsolicited e-mail with the header "Bigger breasts — Men Will Look." This bit of mam-spam promised a pill or pulley (can't be sure: I didn't click on the link) that was "Guaranteed to increase, lift and firm your breasts in 60 days or your money back!! 100% herbal and natural. Proven formula since 1996. Increase your bust by 1 to 3 sizes within 30-60 days and be all natural. Absolutely no side effects! Be more self confident! Be more comfortable in bed! No more need for a lift or support bra! 100% GUARANTEED AND FROM A NAME YOU KNOW AND TRUST!" Let me guess: it's the Enron Enlarger?

While I was impressed by the "100% herbal" part, I must admit: My breasts are every bit as big as they have to be. But the ad did have a therapeutic side effect. It helped remind me of Russ Meyer's crucial spot on the American spectrum. The filmmaker who uncaged Bosomania as a movie genre is part, and partial progenitor, of a breast-worshipping subculture (or bust-culture) that demands women carry treasure chests, whether real or artificially augmented. Bigger breasts: Men will look. Available from a plastic surgeon near you. Ladies, don't be satisfied with nature's meager bounty. Be all that you can buy.
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An obit from the LA Times follows.
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