More whimsically musical than the last volume, VMII opens up with an assemblage of nekkid women bouncing off a trampoline in front of a studio-backdrop of clouds, while that can-can music blares its gam-raising melody on the soundtrack. After a colorful and verbose introduction by host and all-around hooter-fetishist Russ Meyer, the next sequence parodies Dylan’s classic Subterranean Blues video – you know, the one where he flips the cue cards – on this time the top-heavy dancers are tossing out every known euphemism for breast in the English language, all spelled out in 200-point Helvetica Bold.

The music and boobage continues – a Cuban bongo combo, ‘60s rock propelled by a faux-Doors tune, a swinging nautical number – with Meyer, all the while, popping in like Zacherley the Ghoul to pontificate on the appeal of the (sometimes freakish) glandular attributes of his cast.

Every once in a while, the featurette departs from its unofficial melodic theme to present a scenario like the “hillbilly dream,” which thankfully avoids the cornholing memories of Deliverance in favor of a GQ type male model in jeans, pretending to spy on a pair of milk-fed farm girls who like showering together. Unlike Meyer’s own work, VHII makes no pretensions to art, and its sense of humor is seriously adolescent… but then again, that may very well suit the perfect audience for big-tit material.