Reviewed by SexHerald Staff
Dream Girls’ Mardi Gras 2004 is an ode to the most marvelous of Mother Nature’s creations-- the breast. The movie isn’t so much porn as it is a documentary of the only festival featuring the worship of fertility and femininity that survives in America’s disappointingly puritanical mainstream.
Am I over-hyping what is essentially a soft-core porn? Maybe. But I cannot stress how great it is to see women from all walks of life, with breasts of all shapes and sizes, gathering together to have tribute and worship paid to their boobs. So this is essentially a handful of men paying women beads to flash them. So it’s a little goofy. So what? What this really is, is a symphonic ode to curves and womanhood, trappings be damned.
There’s not much more I can think to say about it. Just that this is two solid hours of real women with real breasts glorying in their own pert lusciousness. Ah, the swaying mounds of bouncy goodness. Ah, the nipples, a rainbow of colors and sizes, just beginning to tighten in the cool Louisiana night.
If you can’t make it down to New Orleans for the real deal (and really, how many of us can?) than this is the next best thing to hitting Bourbon Street during Mardi Gras with a fistful of beads, a belly full of crawfish, and hopefully an eyeful of glorious breasts.
At any rate, Mardi Gras 2004 is fun. Good to watch during your own Mardi Gras party, and good to watch anytime you wish to affirm your love of the breast. Not terribly sexy perhaps, but worth a look.
P.S.—fans of this film, of Louisiana, of breasts, and of the history of nudity and power will also love the film Blaze, which, while not a porn, chronicles the life and times of Blaze Star, a smart Louisiana stripper who became the lover and advisor of eccentric Louisiana Governor, Earl Long. MardiGras2004
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