Dance, Lady, Dance

Here, in what is perhaps the least erotic two and a half minutes ever put on film, we see what happens when you combine the dance stylings of Miss Jayne Mansfield, two truly horrendous Italian comedians, a hula costume on loan from Trader Vic's, and what looks like the lobby of a Yugoslavian three-star resort. From the 1964 spectacular Primitive Love, it's the kind of thing that would have been enormously improved by having Divine stand in for the putative star.