On a day when you’ve got, obviously, better things to do than trolling the Internet for smut, if you should be reading this you’re no doubt asking, who the f***is Jean Christopher [pictured lounging poolside]?
And you would be missing the point of Thanksgiving. Because the very sultry Jean Christopher is why men should be giving thanks every day of their lives. Ample proof of that is the fact that no one could shake her ass and strut in a bikini better than this hot comedian-turned-actress.
You never heard of her? Makes sense since Christopher appeared in only two movies, both of them shot in Canada and released in the Sixties. She gets naked in one of them- The Love Blackmailer, but it’s in The Playgirl Killer that you’re dying to see Christopher in the raw and praying to God it happens.
You conclude, like Nietzsche, there is no God since it doesn’t happen, but Christopher comes real close to making us believers.
The Playgirl Killer, which features an appearance by music icon Neil Sedaka, no less, was one of those sexually suggestive hack-em-ups so popular at the drive-ins. The plots were simple: hot girl meets madman, hot girl winds up mincemeat. Sexploitation veteran William Kerwin serves as the male lead, and you would know him if you saw The Blood Feast [starring Playmate Connie Mason] which many film buffs consider to be the first ever gore flick.
Here Kerwin’s a psychotic artist/drifter who kills his models and puts ‘em away in a freezer. Rich bitch Christopher is his saucy, next intended victim after she’s hired him as a handyman. At first Christopher teases and taunts with overt suggestions about what she and Kerwin can do after he’s finished applying suntan lotion to her back during a poolside tanning session. Playing it gruff and oblivious all the way, Kerwin must be psycho because he doesn’t take the bait.
Knowing that Kerwin is probably spying on her, Christopher later decides to shake her stuff in the moonlight for a very memorable skinny dip- and this is the scene to behold as trees and bushes discreetly hide the fact that Christopher’s also very obviously naked. For most of the scene, for whatever purpose is supposed to be served, Christopher’s shot from the waist down.
But, God, those legs!!! Porn chicks in particular should study Christopher's moves to note how truly sexy a woman can be just by merely walking suggestively on the balls of her bare feet.
Christopher, for all her efforts to entice, though, winds up occupying said meat locker.
However it's in The Love Blackmailer, that we have payback time as Christopher, being scoped out by yet another Peeping Tom bent on compromising her, slips out of what’s probably the same bikini she’s wearing in The Playgirl Killer.
Yup, it’s a naked ass party for the viewer, and I could be wrong, but I swore I heard Handel’s Hallelujah chorus providing the music.
