I found this link on the Stepford wives...
Actually pretty funny. That got me thinking... What if it were really the Stepford Strippers???
What if the Stepford Wives was really the Stepford Strippers. So, I sort of modifed the review above..
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A lot of rhetorical water has passed under the feminist bridge since The Stepford Wives was first released, yet the film still scares viewers, particularly women...But even more frightening was the movie never released because it was to horrid.. Perhaps it's still too easy to imagine being forced to join...
[glow=red,2,300]The Stepford Strippers.[/glow]
It’s no secret that most men today couldn’t care less if a woman’s breasts are fake. Is it real, or is it mammorex? Doesn’t matter as long as they’re bigger than beach balls (just take a look at Baywatch, The Man Show, or the latest Britney Spears video).
Jefferson Starship predicted it: the age of the "Plastic Fantastic Lover" is here… or has it been here for a long time now? Today’s 25-year-old man was just a disk in the drive when The Stepford Strippers hit Movie theaters across the nation. Perhaps the film had farther-reaching consequences than we think…how many pregnant women went to see that movie?
A lot, for sure--The Stepford Strippers was one of the largest moneymaking films of the Seventies. And with the sheer talent working behind the camera, that’s not at all surprising. Nor is it surprising that The Stepford Stippers has become a horror/sci-fi classic--sometimes comically dated yes, but still a very watchable film.
The story begins when Joanna moves with her boyfriend Walter (Peter Masterson) and their two daughters, from Austin to the creepily idyllic suburban community of Stepford, Texas. The first sign of trouble pops up at a sex toy party thrown by their neighbors--one of the lovely, refined ladies is short circuiting. She wanders around saying over and over, "I’ll just die if I don’t give extras!" Of course, we already know she can’t possibly die. Ever.
Joanna soon discovers that most of the other housewives are vapid creatures who exist only to please their customers and dance the night away. It’s the swinging seventies, but all the girls wear thongs and gloves, and demure high-heels, ankle-length dresses. Their makeup and hair is absolutely Barbie-doll beautiful at all times, whether they’re grinding their stuff or doing a pole dance.
Strippers who worship their customers, dance and grind, and dress well? It’s just not right! Together with her friend Bobby, also new to Stepford, Joanna decides to get to know her fellow females better by forming a women’s club forum. The idea is just to sit and chat about their lives, their kids, their customers, etc.--a ‘bitch-fest’, as bubbly Bobby calls it. Within minutes of the first meeting, talk turns to the best grinding techniques, and how very wonderful their dear, do-no-wrong customers are.
When the formerly-feisty Bobby succumbs to the lure of dancing, grinding and coddling, Joanna figures out that the perfectly beautiful, perfectly coifed, perfectly deferential strippers have chips-for-brains. And she’s next.
It turns out that Stepford’s customers have conspired with chauvinistic scientists to replace all the strippers with computerized android duplicates. While the film’s ending did leave me wondering what domineering heterosexual husband in his right mind would consider Johanna in a long, high-necked dress and white gloves an improvement over Johanna in short cut-offs and a halter top, I took it with a grain of silicon and went with it. Hey, it’s a fun, guilty pleasure-- even for those of us who have lifetime subscriptions to Ms. magazine and own every book Gloria Steinem and Camille Paglia ever wrote.
The look and feel of the film - everything from the wide ties and high-heeled shoes, to the earnestness of the characters and their "rap sessions", to the boat-sized sedans and station wagons - may turn some younger viewers off. Excuse me. they may not be down with it. If nothing else, it'll be a source of great amusement when you tell Junior you used to dress just like that and you can prove it by pulling the g-string from the dark annals of your closet.
The Stepford Strippers has left its mark. When a popular name, title or term enters our lexicon, you know it’s something big. Like "machiavellian" or "puckish" the word "stepford" — indicating robotic or too-perfect behavior — will probably find its way into our dictionaries, eventually. Even kids born after the film’s debut know what a "stepford" is.
Being the big thing it was, The Stepford Strippers opened itself up for sequel treatment. But like the forced, cold unreality of the Stepford Strippers themselves, the sequels fall flat. Revenge Of The Stepford Strippers, starring Emily in 1980, was actually based on another Ira Levin novel--but even that couldn’t save it. Then in 1987 came The Stepford Children starring Barbara, and finally The Stepford Customers in 1999 starring Bill Clinton. (Okay. Just kidding… but the real star, suspiciously spurious Donna, is almost just as droid-like.)
Can The Stepford Pets be far behind? Just look in the Picture Thread!
Is it possible if you look at some of the posts carefully that the Stepford Strippers have invaded the forum???



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