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No plot, no point, no clothes!
“There are many parts of the world today, that have existed for years, where they don’t even know what clothes are.” Like, for instance, a nudist nightclub in France “where the French desserts come without dressing!” Look! Naked women in a shower! Naked women in a chorus! Naked women walking up stairs! Naked women walking down stairs! Naked women standing around watching a naked catfight!

Then we’re suddenly whisked off to a nudist camp somewhere in Europe where there are Nudists Galore. Yup, dozens of naked nudists who “are content being just what they are – human beings! It’s a wonderful feeling!” Yeah, sure, until it rains.

Watch and wonder at the miracle of topless tennis! (“Nudist camps are full of excitement and good clean fun!”) Bare-ass beaches! (“Yes, it’s always time for rest and relaxation!”) Nude chess! Nude shuffleboard! Nudes at a slot machine! (And isn’t a slot machine something every nudist camp needs? Where the hell do they carry the change?)

Naked people on swings! Naked people cutting a tree! Naked people trying on hats! (Hats? Hats?!) Naked people wasting every naked moment of their goddamn naked lives!

In fact, it’s all so pleasant and inane that it starts to get creepy after a while, especially when the excessively cheerful narrator starts babbling about what a “busy schedule is in store for these nudists on this sunny day. In the afternoon, much time is spent relaxing at poolside. Here, nudists can either sun themselves, take a dip in the cool, clear, inviting waters of the pool, or relax in general...” I’d call that a stop-stop, action-packed life style.

Then things switch gears again and go nudie-cutie as we visit a Frenchman who dreams about naked women. His pillow even becomes a naked woman’s butt and naked gals lie sprawled across his bed.

He exercises with naked gals... He teaches a class full of naked gals (where one gal does arithmetic on another naked gal’s bare back!)... He even visits the above mentioned nudist nightclub and throws a pie at a naked woman’s tits!

All of which goes to prove that “there are nudists and there are nudists.” True. Now how about a mental institution for the nudely insane?
From the 35mm naked-and-loving-it negative. -- François Pinky