It might be somewhat disingenuous to label this barmy titbit of mid-60s British B-Movie burlesque a 'nudie-cutie', but with its plentiful burlesque buffoonery, and sequential slapstick n' tickle, this joyfully absurdist, mildly prurient Jon Pertwee-starring comedy of bawdy manly mishaps, verbal claptrap, and ever increasing idiocy, while tremendously silly is, quite frankly, all the more entertaining for it! The more B-Movie tolerant viewer can readily expect to experience a zestfully performed, though not exactly stylishly mounted series of modestly titillating immodesty, and these mildly salacious skits about a nation of stiff upper lips hypocritically ogling a giddy gaggle of glamorous girls thrupenny bits is not without momentary edification! Not on par with Joseph Sarno or Doris Wishman, this manifestly British unashamedly lowbrow, high camp, immodestly silly comedy might have, perhaps, been all but forgotten were it not for the majestically muscular mugging of enigmatic, rubber-faced genius Jon Pertwee, and the mellifluous narration of the altogether fabulous Fenella Fielding is the creamy filling in this only occasionally delectable slice of cinematic cheesecake.