This early Russ Meyer nudie-cutie finds him before he's perfected the hyperkinetic editing style that distinguishes his later efforts, but serious students of his work might be interested in this formative feature. The humor is fairly obvious, limited to vaudeville-style mugging and mild bawdiness, but for a film where an expected sexiness is the selling point, there's precious little to be had. Aside from a few exposed backsides and a topless model during a then-timely send-up of beatnik artists, everybody stays decent, though there's considerable cleavage on hand. Eve Meyer stars (fully-clothed; she was the man's wife after all) as an apparent private eye tailing a comic handyman (Anthony-James Ryan) through a typical day that features embarrassing mishaps in the ladies' room, suggestively overheating truck radiators, and a lascivious game of pinball. It's a tame exercise and not very funny, but there are hints of the high-minded philosophical hyperbole ("Man is constantly building his own little scrap pile of togetherness") that makes Meyer's later, more realized films so much better than the standard adults-only fare.
by Fred Beldin
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