CHESTY ANDERSON, U.S. NAVY (1975).
This pneumatic comedy from director Ed Forsyth is nearly as tame as his earlier drive-in hit, SUPERCHICK, and runs on the same half-baked charm. In addition, there's a terrifically odd cast, headed up by Shari Eubank (SUPERVIXENS) in the aptly-named title role. Oddly enough, the film never played NYC until 1984, when it turned up on the bottom half of a Selwyn Theatre double bill. Chesty is just one of the latest crop of WAVES, who, after a hard day of maneuvers, likes to unbutton their blouses and lounge about their quarters in their undies. But when a crooked senator wants to retrieve an incriminating photo (he's in drag) from Chesty's Navy sis, Cynthia, she ends up tossed into a trash hopper and killed in a shredding machine. Of course, the Navy is no use whatsoever, since they think Cynthia is merely AWOL with some guy, so Chesty and her barracks pals have to bring the murderers to justice on their own. With a plot this dumb, it's no surprise that most of the fun comes from the supporting throwaways, including a midget named Stretch, who runs the local watering hole; Scatman Crothers as a pool hustler; and ILSA's Dyanne Thorne as a nurse. In addition, Rosanne Katon (LUNCH WAGON) plays a fellow WAVE, and a pre-FERNWOOD 2-NITE Fred Willard pops up as the senator's p.r. tool, who gets seduced by Chesty. Plus, look quick or you'll miss future PRIVATE PARTS director Betty Thomas, as well as the always voluptuous Uschi Digard. Flying high above the cast, you've got the late, great Timothy Agoglia Carey as Vincent the Terrible, the mob hitman responsible for Cynthia's demise. Whether it's the title role in his own epic, THE WORLD'S GREATEST SINNER, or a brain-fried cameo in The Monkees' HEAD, Carey always steals the show. Sporting checkered pants and a silver lame jacket, he's allowed to babble on without any restraint; rolling his eyes, singing, stammering, talking with his mouth full, and rambling on like he's been sucking at a ponykeg in between takes. In other words, this is prime Carey. Forsyth simply winds him up, lets him go, and the schlock world is wealthier for it. Despite barroom brawls, a man-eating plant (huh?), and plenty of cleavage, this nonsense has all the depth of a THREE'S COMPANY episode, with the artistic style to match. Hell, even the obligatory shower scenes are strictly PG. You have been warned.
© 1997 by Steven Puchalski.