Cherry, Harry & Raquel!

The story takes place in the Nevada desert… Frank Bolger is a conspicuous man in the community who also happens to run a drug-smuggling ring on the side… The local sheriff is in on it, acting as his hit man.

After a hot scene with one of the local women, Bolger orders the sheriff to eliminate the Apache (John Milo), an Indian who has been cutting into their marijuana sales... The sheriff reluctantly agrees, takes the boss's woman home, and relieves his frustrations on her before trying to carry the Indian away…

Meyer does indeed have a fascination for very richly gifted women, and this film is no exception… The scene where Bolger talks the nurse into giving him a body massage is a classic erotic tease… Also, Meyer has very cleverly juxtaposed a sensual lesbian scene against a bloody battle between the sheriff and the Indian… But much of the sex is unmotivated… Meyer cuts so quickly, however, that it is more of a lack of respect tease than an exploitive treatment of sex…

Larissa Ely (Raquel) is wonderful as the steamy, sweaty, desert young woman… Linda Ashton (Cherry) is delightful as the sexy nurse, but Charles Napier steals the show as the violent, explosive, cruel of a sheriff

Try as I might I can never get as enthused about 'Cherry, Harry and Raquel!' as much as I am about nearly every other Russ Meyer movie I've seen. It starts off well enough with an impassioned plea against censorship superimposed over a background montage which includes two buxom babes rubbing their breasts together. It looks like it is going to be Meyer at his most outrageous, but sadly it gets very dull very quickly. The script is just simply not up to Meyer's usual high standards, either plot-wise or dialogue-wise. It's co-written by Meyer with Tom Wolfe, though don't get excited it's not THE Tom Wolfe of 'Electric Kool Aid Acid Test' fame. Now THAT could have been something! Anyway, legendary tough guy character actor Charles Napier plays Harry, a corrupt sheriff involved in the smuggling of "the mind bending narcotic" marijuana. His partner is played by another Meyer regular, the fabulous Franklin Bolger. Napier and Bolger almost single-handedly salvage this mediocre movie, which almost comes to a standstill every time Cherry (Linda Ashton) and Raquel (Larissa Ely) are on screen. This was their first and last Meyer movie, and it's no mystery why, they just aren't up to the standards set by Tura Satana, Haji, Erica Gavin or Kitten Natividad. If anyone of those actresses were substituted for Ashton or Ely this movie might have really sizzled. Another legendary Meyer babe Uschi Digard IS on hand for naked dancing and posing against the desert locations, which is very striking and memorable, but Uschi, Napier and Bolger aren't really enough for me. I still find this one a great disappointment. I would only recommend it to a diehard Meyer fan. Others looking for an introduction into his astonishing oeuvre would be better to start with 'Faster Pussycat! Kill! Kill!', 'Beyond The Valley Of The Dolls', or 'Supervixens' (which may or may not be a sequel of sorts to this one, as Charles Napier plays a violent cop called Harry in both movies). All three of those are utterly brilliant and are among Meyer's best work.

Harry Sledge (Charles Napier) is a small-town sheriff who doubles as a drug runner for an old, rich pervert. He gets involved with the old man's woman, plus another big-breasted girl. Meanwhile he stalks a rival indian dealer in the desert. The film features typical great dialogue, masterful editing, photography and wonderful sex scenes. It also has some great action scenes and is surprisingly bloody. Charles Napier gives one of his best performances. It's a very entertaining 70 minutes.

To all the critics who consider Meyers work near porn I always say this, he essentially makes Carry On style movies and but adds boobs to keep peoples attention.

Granted they aren't as funny as the Carry On classics but they do have their own special charm once you get past the gratuitous usage of a certain pair of popular lady parts.

Sadly this particular Meyer film lacks any laughs at all, is short on charm and with the exception of the always excellent Napier even the cast falls flatter than a flat thing on the flattest day of it's life flattened by an electrified flattening machine. So fairly flat! I didn't see this one until adulthood whereas many of the others I was younger and maybe there is a connection there. Not suggesting at all that I watched Russ Meyers movies as a youngster for any nefarious reasons but now into adulthood the mere sight of a nipple does not make me jump up and down, whistle and bang my head with a frying pan repeatedly looney toon style.

Sex and violence in a desert town as sheriff Harry (Charles Napier) gets involved in bushwhacking and murder. More breasts and bloodshed from Russ Meyer, with minimal plotting interrupted by staccato clips of naked women frolicking in the dunes. It's obviously a bad picture, but it does have Napier and he's worth watching in just about anything. I loved Pauline Kael's assessment of his rock-solid stature in her review of "Citizen's Band" (she called him "an erotic Steve Canyon"). To me, he's a kinky Brian Keith, a mountain of brawn and straw-blond hair. He has criss-cross scars on his face and a smile that has a maniacal bend (like Nicholson's Joker without make-up) and his sex scene with Raquel--or is that Cherry?--in the sand is really something to see (and one of the few times the film is not chopped up to provide deeper meaning in the subtext). *1/2 from ****