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A Broadway director goes to a Florida nudist camp for a rest. He's shocked to discover that the star of his Broadway show is also a nudist and he decides to make a movie there with her. Written by
I like the title, but it's all downhill from there for this mindless feature from pornographer Barry Mahon. Even a cast of Gotham beauties can't pump life into this baby.
Fellow porn director Sande Johnson toplines as a NYC legit theater director on vacation in Florida who coincidentally encounters his Gotham leading lady at an offshore nudist camp. They make a skin flick together as a result of this kismet.
Result is strictly dullsville lacking a story or any other sort of content. Fake narration glorifies nudism and keeps up th pretense that these are real nudists, but it's obvious they're imported beauties, like Gigi Darlene and Darlene Bennett, among the most well-known porn actresses of the day. The boring Muzak/light jazz score is guaranteed to put one to sleep.
At the 35-minute mark, with a couple more reels to fill, scene shifts to a boating trip to the title reef for topless scuba diving and okay underwater photography in the tradition of John Lamb (see his classic: THE MERMAIDS OF TIBURON). This segment is very poorly edited with five minutes of extraneous footage of putting on skin diving gear -pure padding. Time to head to the concession stand.
The narrator evidently fell asleep during the final reel, as the voice-over lays out unaccountably.
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