You know interest in the sexy '60s has gone over the top when landfill-seeking cinematic junk like 3 IN A TOWEL is re-issued to a new generation. Despite the ultra-hype of its trailer ("The anti-art film for functioning intellectuals like yourself"), this is a total snoozer.
Shot MOS with annoying first person narration by our smug hero Romeo Bruno, interminable pic has him fancying a day of irresistibility to women. He first picks up a smartly dressed woman, but she wisely flees when he segues to a boat where three extremely plain young femmes get naked and entertain him on San Francisco Bay.
Aside from boring recitations of Shakespearean verse nothing much happens here. It's merely an excuse for lots of full-frontal nudity but devoid of story content or beauty. Final reels have him in the shower with 3 different girls and then back on the boat, with a towel shared by them to justify the title. Phony credit sequences feature body painted credits on nude femme torsos.
Very minor psychedelic effects don't measure up, and overall the film's photography is poor. Amateur cast can't hold a candle to the roster of talented soft-core stars working at this time on both coasts, but probably cost less to employ.
Filmmakers seem unduly proud of the cleverness of their Miracle Films company slogan: "If it's a good film it's a miracle", but I could swear that's not original - I'm pretty sure I heard it before from the British distributor of that name.
Shot MOS with annoying first person narration by our smug hero Romeo Bruno, interminable pic has him fancying a day of irresistibility to women. He first picks up a smartly dressed woman, but she wisely flees when he segues to a boat where three extremely plain young femmes get naked and entertain him on San Francisco Bay.
Aside from boring recitations of Shakespearean verse nothing much happens here. It's merely an excuse for lots of full-frontal nudity but devoid of story content or beauty. Final reels have him in the shower with 3 different girls and then back on the boat, with a towel shared by them to justify the title. Phony credit sequences feature body painted credits on nude femme torsos.
Very minor psychedelic effects don't measure up, and overall the film's photography is poor. Amateur cast can't hold a candle to the roster of talented soft-core stars working at this time on both coasts, but probably cost less to employ.
Filmmakers seem unduly proud of the cleverness of their Miracle Films company slogan: "If it's a good film it's a miracle", but I could swear that's not original - I'm pretty sure I heard it before from the British distributor of that name.