Considering this was a Doris Wishman movie you might have expected most of the action here to take the form of shots of bare feet, but no, what was on offer was one of the nudist camp flicks that emerged around the start of the nineteen-sixties. These were the forerunners to modern pornography, now a multi-million dollar industry, but back then the preserve of opportunists taking advantage of the chance to pose as educational when what was actually on offer was acres of titillating naked skin - or at least that was what those who went to see them hoped.
They would either go with the straighforward documentary method of presenting the nudes, or, as Wishman was wont to do, lend a story to the proceedings so that you could feel as if you had been treated to a proper movie rather than a series of exploitative shots of young models in the altogether. This was not as bizarre as her magnum opus in this field, Nude on the Moon, but being a film from this director, some amount of amusement was to be had from attitudes which did not so much come across as hailing from another time, more from another planet entirely. It didn't help that it was obvious where things were going from the start.
Arthur wants someone to do his dirty work for him, so orders lady reporter Stacy Taylor (Davee Decker) to head off for the wilds of the Sunny Palms Nudist Camp. She is reluctant at first, but after some persuading and a membership procedure which makes the Freemansons look like an open club, she is ready to strip off and join her fellow naturists. Having met the leader of the camp, one Zelda R. Suplee (playing herself), one wonders why she gets to keep her clothes on while all around the younger, more attractive members do not, but it isn't that difficult to work out, so bad luck Zelda fans.
American writer-producer-director regarded by many as one of the worst directors of all time, her idiosyncratic, low budget, often sexually-themed films include Nude on the Moon, Bad Girls Go To Hell, The Amazing Transplant, Let Me Die A Woman and the two "Chesty Morgan" films: Double Agent 73 and Deadly Weapons. Watch for her highly individual use of the closeup and dubbed dialogue, not to mention all those feet.
