Here’s the cast:
Burt Reynolds. Dolly Parton. Dom DeLuise. Jim Nabors. And some Broadway types.
And though it purports to be about a bunch of female prostitutes, what you mainly remember are the male chorus members.
They prance around, trying to look butch and interested in the ladies, though they’re generally swishy, lip glossed, and don’t exactly light up the screen with sexual electricity when dancing with a whore. Watching it now, you feel like you’re not just at Flaming Saddles, but you’re looking at a movie about it.
There’s even a shot where the guys’ asses are shown–which is way more than you get to see of the women, proving beyond a doubt that this is definitely a gay film! And I’m not complaining, mind you. While the film’s hard candy Christmas may not be all that hard, songs like “Sneakin’ Around” and “Girl, You’re A Woman” definitely develop extra resonance in this country-camp classic.