Fleshback, fleshfront, when wasn't there a substantial amount of flesh estate displayed by Steve-O and Chris Pontius on Wildboyz? Okay, maybe on a particular New Zealand episode they were more clothed than not, but climate does take a bite, especially in package terms, and turtling was never a flattering option on Wildboyz. Speaking of macaque—someone did say macaque, right?—have you ever seen Flesh Gordon? It's what Barbarella could have been if say Jane Fonda had been replaced with Marilyn Chambers, but I'm still a big fan of that see through acrylic breast plate. If you really want me to get all cult and bothered though, just pop in Russ Meyer's Beyond the Valley of the Dolls. Roger Ebert can be a real dirigible these days, but by god he nailed it like the Romans when he pounded out the tale of The Carrie Nations and their extraordinarily ample adventures in Los Angeles circa 1970. What's all this have to do with the Wildboyz anymore, anyway? Nothing. Not a goddamn thing. All that talk about flesh just got macaque frisky, I guess.
(Photo by Dimitry Elyashkevich; Belize 2004)