For those of you that are still around, it's another exhaustive movie review, this time of the nudist camp/monster mash up, The Beast that Killed Women.
The same beast that soiled the rug.
But before we get to the good stuff (boobs) we have to get to the bad stuff (plot), or what passes for a plot in these parts.
The good old days when you could smoke in your
barren set hospital room.
He goes on to explain how he and his wife are nudist. Hey, Barry, show, don't tell.
Add a little white and she'll be patriotic!
I'm really confused by 60s shorts. How is it possible to make tight shorts so utterly unappealing? It's as if the 60's short producing technology was lost in the 70s, sucked into a giant vortex of crap with all the gold chains and hairy chests. The shorts in the 60s seem to defy all logic of fashion and sexiness. As if they were designed by vengeful blind eunuchs.
Somebody is either over-dressed or under-dressed.
She suggested they should go to the nudist colony. He looks up at the almost pitch black sky and says "sure, looks like a beautiful day." Remember, shooting schedules are the law!
Nobody mention that guy's terrible lower hunchback.
Will the next post feature more nudity? Will there be an ape? Will we solve the mystery of the shorts, or at least ritually burn them so they may never be recreated in the future? Probably. Will there be a strange Gilligan's Island vibe? Certainly.
Next: Part 2