The theme is modeling for art class, a perfect (if cornball) vehicle for prolific pornographer Barry Mahon. This fairly boring opus is just not as interesting a soft porn outing as his various action or dramatic movies like BUSTY BROWN or HOT SKIN, COLD CASH.
Shot in Westport (I assume NY, rather than Connecticut), it's done MOS as a silent film, with art teacher Marie Lamont (played by nondescript actress Jackie Lamont) narrating in verbose and often irrelevant fashion.
Gimmick is that forward-thinking Lamont runs afoul of school prudes when she takes her all-girl class of art-students on weekend frolics at a borrowed mansion or boat ride on nearby lake (Lake Champlain?).
Her dean's secretary is an old biddie who conveniently always seems to be around spying on Lamont & girls, taking copious notes on their wrongdoings. It's ultra-tame, as the girls have a penchant for taking their clothes off and horsing around. The fans would have enjoyed something actually salacious occurring, but there's no lesbian action and the whole thing seems dated beyond belief (relative to being old-hat in 1965, not compared to 2011). She has to resign as a result of the brouhaha.
This war-horse of a premise is still used -I just saw a brand-new 2011 release this week THAT'S WHAT I AM starring Ed Harris as a teacher who's forced to resign after a different set of rumors surface about his private life. That film is coincidentally set in 1965, same year as NAUGHTY NUDES was made.
The girls, notably familiar figures/faces Darlene Bennett, Gigi Darlene and Nadja Swensen, are nice to look at for maybe a minute or so, not for over an hour of coy posing. Lamont, wearing a very phony blonde wig, is a drag -Mahon should have cast a beautiful actress in the role and then could have had her join in the disrobing late in the film for some suspense.
Script's unconvincing gimmick is that Prof. Lamont keeps leaving the girls unattended, leaving on some flimsy excuse, like a stomach ache or a very boring extended bird-watching sequence on an island. The supposed "terror" of the diving birds attacking her is all in the dumb voice-over -nothing happens at all in this sequence or the rest of the movie.
Something Weird has reissued nearly the entire catalog of Mahon material, minus his rare (and thereby sought after) Fanny Hill movies. For this DVD-R they used a very lousy print, color faded to pink monochrome, and extremely splicey so the music track keeps hiccuping annoyingly throughout. Definitely one of Mahon's least interesting efforts.
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