★ 1 / 10
This $1.98 production tells the story of one
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This $1.98 production tells the story of one Peaches Page, an aspiring female wrestler whose two ginormous breasts give the best performance in the film.…
This $1.98 production tells the story of one Peaches Page, an aspiring female wrestler whose two ginormous breasts give the best performance in the film. Peaches Page, played by Peaches Page, has her wrestling contract bought by Scalli (Timothy Farrell), a shady promoter who uses his gymnasium for illegal gambling activities. Scalli owes local hood Mr. Big (Phil Bernard) thirty five large, and has Scalli's accountant Monk (Paul Martin) spy on Scalli. Peaches falls for the oily Scalli, ignoring the advice of former gal-du-jour Ruby (Muriel Gardner). Scalli is ordered to testify in front of a Senate committee, and threatens to expose Mr. Big, leading to a resolution- not a shocking resolution, but a resolution.
This plot and subplots are padded little stories that serve to fill in the gaps between female wrestling footage; and watching Page's peaches undulate as she jogs, jumps rope, and works out on a rowing machine. The wrestling matches are hilarious- stilted and rehearsed. Scalli and his creepy henchman Joe (Don Ferrara) get most of the screen time, making you wonder who the audience is supposed to cheer for. Real life wrestling champs Clara Mortensen and Rita Martinez pop in for some dialogue with Scalli, and the viewer realizes their best acting was done in the ring. The film is a technical nightmare. Actor Farrell is given a tiny desk to sit behind and run all his money-making scams. The background noises heard during the wrestling matches sound like they were recorded on an elementary school playground. No screenwriter is credited, it is assumed this was tossed together by the film's director/editor. The Senate investigative hearing, broadcast live on the radio, consists of one guy sitting in front of an American flag. The women working out at the gym look directly into the camera. If your fetish consists of black and white footage of doughy middle-aged women halfheartedly rolling around on a mat and pulling each other's hair, then here you go. Otherwise, this is an awful B-flick, easily forgotten. Also known under a ton of other titles- "The Blonde Pick-Up," "Pin Down Girls," and "Pin Down Girl," possibly more.
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★ 1 / 10
Peaches is the pits!
mark.waltz
I can say without a shadow of a doubt that Hope Emerson was more alluring than Peaches Page, the lady wrestler who stars in this wretched exploitation film…
I can say without a shadow of a doubt that Hope Emerson was more alluring than Peaches Page, the lady wrestler who stars in this wretched exploitation film that if there was a letter beyond Z, it wouldn't be low enough in the alphabet to describe this. The first real is nothing but footage of women wrestling, and when the dialog starts, nothing is revealed that indicates what this film is going to be about. That first reel doesn't really include any music, and when Page is shown at a work-out farm, the music over the footage is so dull that would put an elevator to sleep.
Where there's sports, there's a racket, and it doesn't take longer than 20 minutes for that to be the plot for which the viewer will have to fight to keep themselves awake for the next hour and 10 minutes. You expect cliched characters in films like this, but these are basically paper cutouts of every stereotype you have seen in a racket film ever since the silent age.
I can imagine the casting call advertising for women with huge torsos, and while a few of them are attractive, their bodies when underdressed wouldn't even get them into the cheapest of burlesque shows. As for talent, to paraphrase the musical "Gypsy" well, they didn't get a gimmick. This is the type of film where there is nothing at all to rank this above the rank, and it even fails miserably on a camp level.
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