Did Jayne Mansfield really join Anton LaVey’s Church of Satan? Was she its high priestess? Did the two have an affair? The documentary Mansfield 66/67 poses these questions, yet offers no definitive answers. Clever title aside, it skims along the surface level.
Pegging itself as “a true story based on rumour and hearsay,” the film shares what even those who haven’t seen a Mansfield movie may know: She was addicted to alcohol and attention, not necessarily in that order. Likewise, LaVey was her near-equal in the department of Publicity Whoredom. But only one of them went around wearing a ridiculous horns-and-cape getup, and he’s written off as, hilariously, “more Count Chocula than Charles Manson.”
As padded as Mansfield was bosomy, this film from House of Cardin co-directors (and spouses) P. David Ebersole and Todd Hughes features well-informed commentary from the well-informed likes of Mamie Van Doren, John Waters, Mary Woronov, Kenneth Anger and Tippi Hedren.
On the other hand, the participating academics’ opinions — peppered with phrasings of “sex-positive” and “occupational patriarchy” — feel out of place in a doc that includes a poor-taste cartoon recreation of Jayne’s son Zoltan mauled by a zoo lion, not to mention the interstitial musical numbers and interpretive dances by men and women dressed as the camp sex symbol. While Mansfield 66/67 is pretty painless, it lacks so much insight, your time is better spent watching Mansfield’s movies. —Rod Lott