dench does dallas
Two things shaped my impression of Dallas as a teenager in the early 1980s: Dallas the TV series (a prime time soap opera focusing on the Ewing family, translated and dubbed into 67 languages in over 90 countries) and Debbie Does Dallas, the adult movie ('Everyone on the team scores when her pom-poms fly'). One about pistol-packing, face-slapping, greedy scheming oil tycoons with big personalities and bigger hats; the other about pistol-packing, bum-slapping people with limited personalities and big everything. I'd heard whispers from my uncle, who had lived in Dallas, that residents didn't actually walk about in ten gallon hats and wear fist sized belt buckles; I'd heard rumours that Dallas was sophisticated, that the women weren't just charity-lunching ranch-wives and the men were more interested in Ferraris than cattle farming. It was time to challenge what I thought I knew in the one-off feature length episode: DENCH DOES DALLAS.
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