“Don’t louse me up.”
Boat to Cuba
Wishman with Lazarus directs her first feature film in the nudie cutie subgenre of sexploitation, with all the requisite stupidity: awkward silences, long segments of nothingness, cheap crooner theme song, and a bookended with a flimsy robbery plot as setup for some chaste nudism.
Instead of Central Park we get the Food Fair, The Dress’n Room, and the Miami Serpentarium (special thank you to the Miami Serpentarium). The police are swarming the pier so our two brother bank robbers bully a sweet kid (Dolores Carlos) and lay low in the Hibiscus Country Club, going full Monty only to stay incognito.
All the nudie tropes are here: volleyball, dimpled cheeks, poor water fountain drinking etiquette, and men using large inflatables to cover their packages (still beyond good taste). Breezily idiotic, with cute reptiles.
➡️ Bad Girl: Doris Wishman Ranked