If ever there were a film in which nakedness was essential to the plot, it’s this. In the truest sense of the term, pre-code films ceased to exist when the production code was first submitted to studios in 1929. But critic Mick LaSalle rightfully points out the era in Hollywood’s history frequently called pre-code actually refers to films released between 1929 and 1934, that glorious period before the code actually became enforceable. After denuding a great deal of information, the film begins to fall apart — around the same time as the studio system — all but abandoning historical perspective as it collapses into a checklist of favorite flashes. Russ Meyer and Pam Grier are given their due, but damn if the filmmakers don’t gloss over the 1970s, by far the most fertile era for nudity in mainstream cinema. Though it’s directed by Danny Wolf, the true auteur behind the film is producer/talking head Jim “Mr. Skin” McBride, aided by fellow professional flesh-spotter and publisher of "Celebrity Sleuth," Barry Kemelhor. A better film on the subject awaits. Until that time, we’ll have to make do with a solid opening hour and the random parade of tits and giggles that follow. (2020) — Scott Marks
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