A landmark in American pornography. Russ Meyer's 1959 film was the first skin flick that didn't try to disguise itself as a sociological study of nudist camps or a warning against the dangers of VD. But its real subject isn't sex as much as the lack thereof: Mr. Teas is a downtrodden deliveryman whose sexual fantasies—he imagines every woman he sees in the nude—eventually turn on him. No touching, just looking; he's the ultimate victim of consumerized sex, lusting after the unattainable perfection of the centerfold girl. A remarkable little film, funny and wistful.
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