Surreal. That’s obviously the first word that comes to mind when you discover the opening of Mitch Spinelli’s The Mountie. A man, played by the late Jon Dough, apparently lost, wanders through the Canadian Rockies. Then suddenly, an apparition in the distance: a Mountie. The uniform is only partially there, because our friend quickly notices the gigantic tits hanging completely free beneath it. After the most minimal exchange imaginable, this beautiful officer invites him to come spend a pleasant moment with her under a nearby porch.
I’m not going to cover the entire movie, because its main attraction lies in this legendary scene, although Bianca Trump’s is pretty damn good too. You can tell that the original idea was probably to tell some kind of story involving the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, but that concept seems to have been abandoned very quickly in favor of a feverish little journey from one encounter to another. What we end up with is almost a kind of gonzo movie, except that its randomness is somehow justified by the wandering of our main character.
So, this scene. My clip only covers the introduction, and I strongly encourage you to watch the whole thing. It’s easy to find and available in surprisingly good quality. From the very first seconds of Letha’s appearance, emerging almost out of nowhere accompanied by that strange music, two things become immediately obvious. First, her face is extraordinarily beautiful. There is something tender about it, something soft and genuinely touching. Second: her breasts belong in the top five greatest breasts ever. The fact that they are simply presented to us like this, completely uncovered, without explanation or justification, in such a surreal setting, makes the impact even stronger. Then comes a brief close-up that pretty much destroys whatever judgment we had left.
Sitting at the perfect intersection between the hard, spherical type of breast and something heavier, denser and more substantial, Letha’s tits immediately become the only thing that matters. Our entire attention is captured by them. Still inside this strange, floating atmosphere, she walks a few steps away, removes the few remaining pieces of clothing she has left and, with a simple movement of her hand, invites our friend to come closer. The proposition could hardly be clearer.
Born in Shreveport, Louisiana, in 1972, Letha began her career as a stripper in 1991, at just 19, around Houston. As usual with this era, reconstructing exact dates is complicated. I would love to do the full archaeological work every time, but unfortunately I don’t always have the time. A few years ago, I actually took the time to trace and date every biographical and filmographic element I could find about LDM. It took me weeks. So if porn archaeology interests you, seriously, contact me.
Letha’s first mention in SCORE seems to come in October 1993, referring to her brief but very noticeable appearance in Double D Reunion for Big Top. I’m honestly tempted to think this may have been her first film. And fuck, guys, so much of this history is going to disappear if nobody documents it. We need archives, dates, interviews. This matters. It’s culture, our culture. @SaRennasNinja.
Between 1994 and 1997, Letha would be credited in around fifty films, and every appearance somehow seemed more spectacular than the last: Mellon Man, The Duke of Knockers 2, Der Champion, Bosom Buddies… By the end of the 90s, she gradually stepped away from porn, got married and became a mother. When she reappeared in SCORE in 2001 for a comeback pictorial, her silhouette had changed noticeably: the gigantic implants that had contributed so much to her image had been replaced by a more moderate bust, a decision she later explained in terms of health and safety. She continued performing on stage, particularly around San Francisco, where she remained active as a feature dancer during the 2000s. Still incredibly attractive today, she remains active, so if you don’t already follow her on X, you should: @letha_weapons.
Back to our scene. After drawing our lost traveler toward her with almost ridiculous ease, things begin with a surprisingly tender session of kissing and touching. Obviously, our friend’s hands quickly take possession of that fabulous chest. And we also begin to discover the rest of Letha’s body: a perfect ass, incredibly soft-looking skin, and a small pussy framed by a beautifully natural patch of pubic hair. After inevitably putting his cock between those breasts for a few moments, and really, who wouldn’t dream of that?, the first penetration arrives in an extremely frontal shot. And fuck, what a shot. We are directly facing her pretty pussy, that lovely little collar of hair and her delicious asshole as his cock moves in and out and her moans begin to intensify.
The camera angles, like the positions themselves, are ultimately fairly conventional, but every one of them works perfectly. The natural light is especially beautiful on Letha’s milky skin. And the close-ups of her face matter too: they make the scene feel more human and remind us, if we somehow needed reminding, just how fine, subtle and delicate her beauty really was. You get carried away by the scene. You jerk off. You hope you’re not going to come too quickly, but at the same time you don’t want to slow down. Those enormous breasts are simply too attractive, too perfect, to insult them by taking things easy. Fortunately for us, Jon Dough is about to crack too. With Letha riding him, he pulls out and delivers a beautiful cumshot, a strong jet falling perfectly into the magnificent crack of her ass.
And that’s ultimately what I remember about The Mountie, or more specifically about this scene, although Bianca Trump’s is absolutely worth watching too. It has this strange, floating, almost dreamlike atmosphere that invites you to stop asking questions and simply enjoy what is happening in front of you. And above all, there is Letha.
More than thirty years later, she still lives in the hearts of many of us as one of the most beautiful women of the 20th century. Every surviving scene feels like a little treasure, something you keep carefully because you know exactly how precious it is.