Creep Show

Women of the World is another collage from Italian Director Gualtiero Jacopetti (Mondo Cane), who pieces together snippets of film with an eye to the ironies of adjacency. On some cutting-room floor he found a covey of beauties, crones, trulls, trollops, moms, boss ladies, drabs, drudges, and just plain broads, and he has put side by side on the screen the anatomical, clinical and professional details of their lives. Women's charms include: a Japanese operation in which breasts are pumped up with liquid paraffin; a trip through a Los Angeles falsie factory; a window-shopping tour of Hamburg's bawdy-house district, where the fat hussies are on display like so many sausages; a pause for worship in Stockholm with a lady priest; a visit to a Tokyo operating room where almond eyes are reshaped into English walnuts; a look at a European beauty clinic where faces are skinned and new complexions are grown from scratch; a visit to an Australian cemetery where the white-clad members of the Sporting Widows' Association play a jolly game of bowls beside their husbands' graves. There is the inevitable birth of a baby, a particularly untidy sequence accompanied by one of the most agonizing sound tracks ever recorded.

Sex rears its smirky head in the first reel, tiptoes out with a yawn long before the end. Tour guide on this how-long-can-you-leer voyage into voyeurism is Peter Ustinov, past master of the suggestive "uh" ("Hitching rides with strange young men can be dangerous for coeds; you never know how they --uh--drive"). Going to movies like Women of the World can be dangerous too; it calls for an awfully strong--uh --stomach.

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