The Windmill Theatre is a London legend – the first place in the capitol where you could legally see a naked lady, albeit a static one (the obscenity laws prohibited movement) – one of the few theatres which refused to close during The Blitz – a place of entertainment where thousands of famous and not so famous faces came and went on their way up or down or into oblivion.
|A 16 year old Dana Gillespie, everything ahead of her.|
The Revue ran from 1931 to 1964, and elements were reconstituted to form the bulk of this film. There’s a mediocre comedian / magician, a chap who almost sings bawdy songs, a man who plays the bongos and sings as diaphanously clad girls flit before him. My favourite act is the middle aged baritone who takes off a series of girl’s coats revealing their lingerie clad forms beneath, all the while reminding them to forget all this equality and learning and world stuff as ‘your business is love’. Every now and again, there’s a close up of one of the dancing girls and you realise that you can just about see one of her tits, and you’re reminded exactly what sort of establishment this is.
|Bongo Man, Diaphanous Girl|
|A Veil of Madness Descends, or something.|
|Bouffant; Bra; Blokes; Breakdown.|