In examining the Swinging Sixties’ shift on England’s capital, the narrator of the mondomentuary London in the Raw posits, “Can anything shake a city like London?” Let’s use a stripped-down version of the scientific method to test that hypothesis.
Sample data captured by a roving camera includes gamblers, prostitutes, health nuts, tin whistlers, fez wearers, belly dancers, nude models, scamming barflies, drink-recycling barkeeps, Whisky a’GoGo clubgoers, acupuncture patients and hobos rendered unintelligible by cough syrup.
Particular attention has been paid to a bald man undergoing a hair transplant in bloody, trypophobic, punch-excision detail. However grotesque, it’s nothing compared to the dirty beatniks dining on moist cat food straight from the can. Then, tired from his intrepid reportage — or perhaps giving up on topping that — Arnold Louis Miller (Take Off Your Clothes and Live) turns his research into a filmed pub crawl, complete with full song performances from jazz singers.
After a thorough review and parsing of data collected, I conclude that the city of London cannot be shaken, but it can be lulled to sleep, no matter the number of nipples. —Rod Lott