This spoof western is spot-on and can be recommended wholeheartedly to people who don't even like westerns - in fact they are more likely to be in tune with it than fans of the genre, given how ridiculous the events portrayed are. Yet it is close enough to serious models to be very funny. All the types are there, the strong silent hero who looks a bit like Clint Eastwood and seems to be refusing to speak to Divine to remain true to his archetype, the brazen prostitute who runs the bar, and a whole chorus of Wild West types who are ready to throw punches at the least provocation - as are the girls, with Divine rolling around in the dust trying to get her own way. She sings on arrival at Chili Verde, an absolute show-stopper than whets the appetite of some while drawing ungenerous comments from others. It's a sort of Mae West send-up, not that she looks like Mae West at all, here sporting a luxuriant brunette wig. But in her way she looks fabulous, and acts it, even on all fours scrubbing the floor she has that unmistakeable class, a kind of Cinderella syndrome in a fuller figure. A young lad who plays the piano and looks a bit like Mickey Rooney clearly takes a shine to her and later pleasures her under the covers, giving rise to the saucy expressions of ecstasy that were so much part of the persona when the character could escape being downtrodden and taken advantage of in the wrong way (see Polyester for a heartfelt version of this) ... But here it is not fantasy, this phwoarsome young lad is for real, although sadly the situation seems to be too much for him. The story, which is preposterous, hangs on a frantic scramble for buried treasure using a map only half of which is tattooed on Divine's bottom. To give more away would spoil the fun, but if this kind of thing appeals its re-release can only be greeted with squeals of delight. The cover alone gives a good idea of the tone.