One of the better 60s nudist camp movies, which means it has about twenty watchable minutes. The rest is the usual long, dull sequences of naked people swimming and wandering around golf courses. What ALMOST saves this film is its weirdness. It’s the touching story of a nurse and a model who take time off to go to a nudist camp—the nurse has had a hard week after she was attacked by jumping white lab rats—only for the retarded camp groundskeeper to turn psycho after drinking toxic chemicals from the creek. The opening credits set an intriguing tone with strange collage animation (like the stuff Terry Gilliam would later do) and the World War II parody at the climax is a bizarre highlight.