The Art of the Centerfold #25


Dolly Read
(Miss May, 1966)

9 comments:

Jeff Duncanson said...

They're real...and they're magnificent.

Tom Sutpen said...

Crikey! Are they ever!!

You don't get many of them to a pound, I'll say.

Ivan G. said...

Hello Dolly!!!

agump said...

This is the same Dolly Read who headed up the 'Carrie Nations' band in Russ Meyers' 'Beyond the Valley of the Dolls'. I did some web crawling after seeing this shot and discovered that she was (is?) married to Dick Martin (of 'Rowan and Martin')
Great photo; really great.

Steve said...

Photo seems appropriate, given how much "BVD" love has been flying around the blogosphere in the past month. Meyer always did have an eye for magnificent women, and so did Playboy once upon a time...

swac said...

According to Ebert, Fox has a deluxe BtVotD DVD in the works--he's done a commentary--rendering my once-collectible laserdisc copy obsolete.

I bet it doesn't include the story Meyer used to tell of Ebert getting a blowjob on the edge of a pool and flopping around like a seal.

Oh well, onward and upward.

Tom Sutpen said...

It's more than in the works, it's out. I have it.

Haven't watched it as yet, but my guess is it won;t have the aforementioned anecdote; at least related without contest. I recall an interview Ebert gave some years ago where he pretty much said that every story Meyer told in interviews about the making of that film was pure fantasy. He said all he remembered was Meyer barging into his office every time he stopped typing to ask what the holdup was.

As you probably know, Roger Ebert's once again in the hospital and, while I've never been a great admirer of his as a critic, I was immensely apalled by a remark Richard Roeper made in the Associated Press account: Something to the effect that Roger's a fighter and let's hope he's got a thousand more movie reviews left in him.

As if the value of anyone . . . any human being on this planet . . . were determined by their capacity to feed the Great Beast Cinephilia.

I started writing a post on this yesterday for the Bright Lights Film Journal blog (to which I've yet to contribute anything) . . . but it just got too ugly.

Sometimes film critics make my flesh crawl.

Vanwall said...

She was the embodiment of the term "Sex Kitten", for me at least. I like the other photos in that set a lot better anyway - boy, did the camera love her. I cannot suspend my disbelief if she's on the screen spouting that atrocious dialogue in BVD, mostly 'cause she's a walking fuck-me incarnation, (although it wouldn't really matter what she was mouthing - well, yeah, some things she might mouth would!)and parts of that film just slide past my consciouness without registering.

I've heard that BJ story before, and wouldn't be surprised it was true - Ebert spent as much time revising his history regarding BVD as he did writing reviews, I bet. Ebert never did much for me, but every once in while he would write something against his usual grain - something profound or clever, like his review of "Stormy Monday", and I read his work mostly hoping for those moments.

BCNU

Ill Folks said...

Yes, Dolly and DICK MARTIN of "Rowan and Martin." Fact.