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At 11 I was the youngest member of Local B22 of the Theatrical and
Stagehands Union in Seattle who worked at the El Rancho Drive-in Theater
between Auburn and Kent in Washington State. The Honey Drive-in Theater
chain booked this film into our little farm-community where it was a real
cause celebre. The family had a council to determine if I would work as
speaker repairman that week. It was determined that a little T & A would
not harm me. I had great status with my junior high school buddies for
having seen the film not once but twice a day for a week. The chain
booked a nudie film in our theater again.
There was a song called "Let's Go Sunnin'" which I inadvertently memorized and can sing, poorly, to this day. The song was resurrected in a commercial for the San Diego Visitor's Bureau that played throughout the Northeast USA during at least 1998 through 2000.
I'm sure for its time it was very innovative, but no one took this
subject matter seriously in the '50's. Take for instance the scene
where Jamie O'Hara remarks how "delightful" it feels to watch her
little daughter playing nude with other children, but balks when she
sees other adults.
Nowadays the situation is reversed. With the proliferation of Girls Gone Wild, Hedonism and HBO & Playboy documentaries, mainstream audiences now see nudism as an adult hobby, and parents who involve their children are facing criminal investigations.
I expected more of the writer to make use of R.G. Armstrong. He's a very nice man. Met him at Dupar's four years ago. But such a talented actor who really should have been given more to do as the uptight old father figure.
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