There was more lipstick on the end of her Chesterfield than on her mouth. I was 15 and the 100-year-old dame in the box office didn't bother asking for I.D. She could barely see to make change let alone determine my age. Russ Meyer on a hundred-foot screen. A boy's dream. It was a glorious time to be alive. Chicago Tribune, Feb. 12, 1971.
April 24, 2015