Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #140302 in VHS
• Released on: 1995-01-01
• Rating: R (Restricted)
• Formats: Color, Full length, NTSC
• Original language: English
• Number of tapes: 1
• Running time: 80 minutes

Amazon.com
Yes, Virginia, there is a Doris Wishman, and she really did carve a career out of blunt, bizarre, and bewilderingly bad sexploitation films. Deadly Weapons is one of her most notorious, a revenge tale starring the impossibly endowed Polish-born stripper Chesty Morgan (identified in the credits simply as Zsa Zsa), whose claim to fame is a 73-inch bust that she displays, strokes, and fondles in practically every scene. The nominal plot involves a mob blackmail scheme and a double-crossing gangster who just happens to be Chesty's boyfriend. When the syndicate kills him, she goes undercover to take her revenge on his murderers in a most unique way: She smothers them with her grotesque bosom. There's nothing erotic about this crazy freak show, but it is jaw-droppingly weird. Chesty is no actress--she shuffles, zombielike, through the picture while numbly gazing down as if looking for her mark--and her voice is supplied by a breathy American. As far as that goes, Wishman isn't much of a director. The picture is highlighted by flat performances, clumsy editing, wildly fluctuating color, and a tendency to cut away from dialogue scenes (she often lands on Chesty's mammoth mammaries) to hide the fact that all of the voices are dubbed in later. There's little of the spirit that makes Ed Wood's klutzy little pictures so much fun, but there is something strange and unique about this outrageous, unreal, and otherwise numbingly inept picture. It proved successful enough for Wishman and Morgan to team up for a pseudo-sequel, Double Agent 73. --Sean Axmaker

Customer Reviews

You must see this movie in order to believe it!
The Queen of Exploitation, Doris Wishman, brings us one of her most successful films and her most popular female superstar, Chesty Morgan (billed in this movie as "Zsa Zsa"). Where in the world did Doris Wishman find Chesty Morgan? I'm sure there's a story there. Chesty is clumsy throughout the film, she has zero talent as far as acting ability is concerned and she looks as if she is absolutely miserable in practically every scene. Her teeth are hideous, her wigs are tacky, and whomever it was that told her to get dressed for every scene in the closet in the dark should be ashamed of themselves! As is the trademark for Doris Wishman movies there are many shots of feet, lamps, and other such inanimate objects for no apparent reason (often the camera will zoom in on Chesty's monsterous breasts) but all of this makes the film more appealing in a strange and bizzare way. The plot is simple...after the mob kills her boyfriend, Crystal (played by Chesty) goes on a rampage and murders his killers using the only weapons she has....her 73 inch breasts! Yes, she actually suffocates her victims between her ample bossoms in mind boggling murder sequences that must be seen to be believed! This film was so successful that it spawned a pseudo-sequel titled "Double Agent 73" which also features Chesty and is directed by Wishman.

It all depends on which way your tastes run...
Yes, by any normal standards this film is badly made, unintentionally hilarious, a great cult classic, good for a laugh and so on. It's all true and you must see it for these reasons.
However, if you love very well endowed women, then you will worship Chesty. The sequence when she strips down to pantyhose and girdle is to my mind the most erotic thing I've ever seen.
Subjectivity is truth - if you love bountiful natural bosoms and sensible underwear this film rules ! If you don't dig these things, don't criticise this viewpoint, stick to your own tastes...the world is big enough for all of us.

Talk about your guilty pleasures!
Doris Wishman's mind-numbingly bizarre showcase for the gargantuan talents of veteran stripper Chesty Morgan cannot by any objective standard be called a good film, but it remains hilariously watchable. When Chesty's boyfriend (make that, sleazy middle-aged guy friend) is murdered, she takes revenge using the weapons God gave her. And yes, they are definitely nature's and not a surgeon's handiwork; her staggering frontal development saggingly shows the effects of gravity and every minute of Chesty's then 40-something years. The sight of our fleshy, blank-faced heroine raising her flabby arms and somnambulently lurching towards her victims like a classic movie monster before smothering them to death in her yawning cleavage is not something you'll soon forget. Multiple viewings are recommended in order to fully appreciate the hideous 70's fashions (dig those shoes!), tacky motel room "sets", tinny post-synch sound and hilariously inept camera work, all of which combine to form an ineffable grindhouse gestalt. Ms. Wishman may not have been a competent filmmaker, but she was certainly an unforgettable one.