I was just flipping around, and was surprised to find Russ Meyer’s The Immoral Mr. Teas on Bravo!
I’ve got this puppy sitting on the shelf on VHS, but it’s the last thing I ever expected to see on TV. Unlike Russ Meyer’s later offerings, (apart from his nadir films,) The Immoral Mr. Teas offers very little in the way of a script to justify all the titty. There’s just a guy in a straw hat that wheels around on an old bicycle and either happens across nude women frolicking, (which he captures with a little brownie camera,) or he encounters fully-clothed women and falls into reveries in which he visualizes them nude. Many, many 10-minute long sequences of (heh heh CANTLAY ST.) women inexplicably wiggling around.
I guess the content is about on par with all the other contempory exploitive crap they put on late at night, but I never thought I’d see this one on TV. It’s tame, compared to Red Shoe Diaries or Hollywood Cathouse or whatever it’s called (heh heh Dentist Boobies!) and the plot is actually less insulting than any of that shite. Still, I would have thought that it had too much against it for modern TV. Too inaccessable, and too exploitive. Two strikes, anyway.
The nice thing about The Immoral Mr. Teas, (apart from the real-looking wimmins, of course,) is the beautiful look that the 16" blue-based film stock imparts. Very nicely saturated psychedelic colours. Of course, it’s basically a silent film.
So, uh, what have you all been surprised (heh heh watermelon sugar!) to find on the telly?