Weirdling_Wolf

Enjoyable vintage peek-a-boo cheekiness that follows the flighty adventures of four young ladies on their nudie holiday in historic Cornwall. A playful, bracingly bucolic, expressly scenic example of a modestly immodest British period skin flick. Quite charming in its own way, featuring light-hearted narration, appealing countryside vistas, natty period fashions, stridently pastoral score, and exquisitely lovely English maids in the blissful buff, pretty as a picture, just as nature intended! Sweetly wholesome, strangely uplifting, seemingly forgotten fare, very little to offend the zeitgeist, and avid paganauts will certainly appreciate the intimate footage captured at Stonehenge. Tasty, and eminently tasteful, 60s gem Naked as Nature Intended offers keen nature lovers a mildly titillating travelogue and vivid time capsule of a lushly green Great Britain of yore. It is, perhaps, an unexpected irony, that the earnest Naturists credo, so often espoused in the film of naturism promoting a healthy body, and equally healthy mind, may not be relatable to the more furtive viewers lurking in the audience!

This frothy 60s skin-flick finds a doltish, implausibly fortuitous treasure hunter, dangerously adrift in the desert, finding fleshly succour within an exotic oasis solely populated by six hypnotically nubile nude natives. Aptly named Randy Brent stars as the hapless Adam, sultrily beguiled by this bouncingly buxom bevy of blissfully boff-able babes. Should one be able to temporarily suspend one's disbelief for 60 cheesecake-stuffed minutes, the jocular text proves modestly mirthsome, I could never completely resist a sardonic, serially quipping mule, coupled with a perky panoply of permanently topless totty! What the tantalizingly titty-licious Adam and Six Eves lacked in profound intellectual substance is more than generously compensated by spectacularly voluptuous substance! On an entirely more subjective note, I thought the fabulously fulsome Fatima was a peach, even with her crooked witchy beak, and I manufactured additional amusement by pretending the disproving donkey was voiced by Peter Falk!.

A routine, mid-budget DTV shoot 'em up that is certainly enlivened by the charismatic presences of a seemingly ailing Mickey Rourke and agile Kung Fu phenomenon Michael Jai White. The mediocre plot is conspicuously recycled Seagal/Lundgren fare, wherein 'I got a bad feeling about this!' is said without irony, merely highlighting the literarily moribund text. Ex-jailbird, biker skell Johnny's (Rourke), violent attempts to reclaim ill-gotten loot, secretly stashed in PTSD stricken veteran James's (White) house concludes with predictably Fubar'd results. The action is competent, though not especially thrilling, whereas Michael Jai White's nuanced performance as a physically capable man struggling with debilitating mental health issues was sensitively portrayed, revealing a greater depth than many of his action hero peers. The Commando has a rather unhurried pace, the bloody climax being preceded by a gnarly home invasion, with handsome star Michael Jai White heroically protecting home and hearth with consummate brutality. I mostly enjoyed The Commando, my appreciation largely due to a continued fondness for Mickey Rourke, and a great admiration for Michael Jai White's prodigious martial arts prowess.