Too many fans seem to be blown away

This Movie Can Only Be Described With One Word.

It's no definitive masterpiece but it's damn close.

The film's masterful storytelling did its job. The message was clear. No need to overdo.

Gorgeous and voluptuous redhead knockout burlesque stripper Blaze Starr checks into the Sunny Palms nudist camp in Florida so she can get a much-needed break from her overbearing low-rent agent and various nightclub engagements. While at said camp Blaze meets and falls for camp director Andy Simms (strapping hunk Ralph Young). Writer/director Doris Wishman presents the abundant nudity in the most pleasant and unabashed manner possible; because of this the sight of assorted folks in the buff comes across as wholesome and inoffensive instead of as dirty and objectionable. Moreover, it's a riot to see naked people casually participate in such activities as swimming, practicing archery, and playing checkers, volleyball, and even the accordion. The careful avoidance of potentially objectionable lower frontal nudity rates as a prime source of unintentional hilarity, with all the gals going out of their way to cross their legs so the viewer doesn't see any naughty bits. The obvious post-production dubbing and hopelessly wooden acting further enhance this honey's overall kitschy allure. While Blaze Starr isn't much of an actress, she nonetheless sizes up as quite the deliciously ample eyeful cavorting around in her birthday suit. Raymond Phelan's vibrant color cinematography provides an attractive look. The groovy jazz score and infectiously jaunty'n'catchy theme song keep things bubbling along. Good dippy fun.

Blaze Starr went nudist, all right, and it was a look that really suited this fit, 38-24-37 Burlesque topliner. Starr is a bountiful physical spectacle in this movie, and less the bizarro caricature (and stunningly inept actress) as otherwise similar Wishman compatriot Chesty Morgan (e.g. "Deadly Weapons," "Double Agent 73"). (Unlike Chesty, Starr was sizzling hot, and her ineptness as an actress is balanced by an endearing, even if hopeless, effort to be presentable). If you like campy acting, ridiculous dialog, and shamelessly naked people, this odd and somewhat charming sexploitation film is worth checking out. As a whole, this is probably Wishman's most polished movie, and the overall experience feels more the work of David Friedman ("Blood Feast," "She Freak," etc.), himself a friend of Wishman, than a typical Wishman film. Scenes flow naturally from one to the next, and the camera-work is heads-and-shoulder's above typical Wishman fare. (We're not talking high art, mind you, but at least scenes are framed and in focus). Similarly, Wishman's patent feet shots and bold-faced filler are largely absent. As expected, the story and acting are deplorable, but the film's innocent spirit and camp factor make for quaint sexploitation vintage. If you are curious about Doris Wishman, the "Female Ed Wood," as she is often heralded, "Blaze Starr Goes Nudist" is a solid choice. ---|--- Reviews by Flak Magnet

To me, this movie is really charming as a period piece. Even though Blaze Starr had been, at the time of this movie, an established stripper of national fame, she could hardly be called a movie star. But she was perfect for this movie. She had the ideal lush 50's body, along with the hair, makeup, and clothes (in the few scenes where she's actually wearing clothes). There are a couple of scenes where she's walking (clothed), and we get the full bombshell treatment: chin up, hips swaying, projecting her boobs out, and on high heels, yet! There's a real innocence to this movie; partly, I think, to get it past the censors of the day. Blaze, and all the other naked bodies in this film move about and act as normal as anybody - except, of course, they ARE naked. Which makes it funny to watch at times. And all the frontal nudity is from the waist area and up. But what is refreshing is that even with all the skin, there's none of the overt sexuality that exists just about everywhere today, where every 15 year old Paris Hilton wannabe wears a t-shirt that says 'Porn Star'. The era that this film was shot in may not have been a simpler time, but it makes me wish I'd been around back then. This is by far Doris Wishman's best work. The film flows from one languid scene to the next, with unimportant plot devices thrown in here and there. And Blaze really does have a great body. Most of the other women in the film are decent looking, but when they're in the same scene with Blaze, they seem pedestrian. I could watch Blaze all day. The DVD version of this movie is crisp and clear, with little or no sign of age; the colors are rich and spectacular, a joy to watch.

I never fully realized the pressures of being an actress. The story obviously hit so close to home that Blaze Starr just plays herself. Anyone who feels exhausted and disenchanted with their job or life in general will relate to Blaze's circumstances. The attention paid to the details is astounding. Never has a film stretched the musical montage sequence and make it work so well with the theme. This movie is nearly perfect. The only flaw was that it was too short.