Hideout in the Sun

One of the oddest sub-genres of cinema is the craze for nudist camp films that occurred in the early 1960s. Taking advantage of relaxed censorship laws, these were often free of plot or constrait, appealing more like tourist documentaries than actual films. HIDEOUT IN THE SUN, by the notorious Doris Wishman, at least has the semblance of a plot in the tale of a couple of bank robbers who take a girl hostage before hiding out at her preferred resort. Of course, it's little more than an excuse for endless nudity, but the touches of plotting, such as a rather effective romantic sub-plot, work fairly well.

When her husband died, Wishman was already part of the film distribution industry but, as she explained years later: "I needed to do something that would be so different that it would keep me occupied every second. I didn't know what I was doing when I started production.." The title which kick-started her long career as a cult exploitation director in such uncertain fashion was Hideout in The Sun. The first of several nudist films made by the director until, along with most of the industry she abandoned the genre in the mid-60's, Hideout may not on the level of Nude on The Moon (1961) which was to follow, let alone the delirious excesses of some of her other films as Deadly Weapons (1974) it still retains enough charm, and is characteristic enough of Wishman's work, to be eminently watchable. Whether or not the film is worth such lavish treatment as it has now been accorded in the recently released deluxe 2 disc set will be down to fans and viewers to decide.

Combining Dragnet melodramatics and naked frolics in one cheaply constructed package, Hideout is the tale of two brother heisters, Steve and Duke (Earl Bauer and Greg Conrad), on the run after a payroll robbery, forced to hole up in the Hibiscus Country Club which, oddly enough, turns out to be a nudist colony. Along the way they kidnap Dorothy (Delores Carlos), a member of the club, and during their brief stay with the naturists she and Steve find a mutual liking for each other. But even as the anxious and humane Steve finds a new happiness in arms of his winsome nude and her lifestyle – "I feel healthy in body and mind for the first time in my life" he says - so equally does the permanently cross and resentful Duke, in hiding and so excluded from the naked goings on, want to leave – he's in a hurry to get the ill-gotten gains off to safety. Finally (courtesy of the sparsely attended Miami Serpentarium) events come to a head in a show down with some snakes, a croc and a lone policeman.

Hideout in the Sun is distinguished by a title song of the same name that appears, to good effect, thrice in the movie: a mellow ballad which fits in well with the laid back jazz permeating the rest of the soundtrack. The film was also shot on bright Eastman Colour stock which, although the print here (apparently salvaged from a sole remaining version which the director held on to) suffers a bit from the odd tramline and the distraction of missing frames, is still enough to give a vivid evocation both of Dorothy's familiarly innocent lifestyle, as well as being a product of an adult movie industry moment now long past. Much of the dialogue is looped or post-synched, thereby gaining a dreamlike, or distancing effect familiar to those who relish this sort of genre. It also allows Wishman to play on the disassociation between the cruel world outside the Hibiscus club and it's Eden-esquire interior; a timeless sunlit place where naked folks wander around amongst tame flamingos, swans and emus, splash contentedly (if coyly) in pools, play the jiggling handball variant that's was such a prerequisite of contemporary nudist cinema, shoot archery, or just stretch out in the sun with over emphatic casualness. At this stage in the cycle pubes were verboten; instead strategically placed towels and crooked legs cover the necessary areas in studied ways which quickly became a stereotype all of their own.

If the Hibiscus Club is a sort of Eden, then it's apt that bad Duke is ultimately consigned to expulsion from the enclave, onto a fate amongst the serpents. But how you respond to Hideout overall depends on how you accept the budding director as the genre 'auteur' that some argue she became. If nothing else, although she was never a woman's libber, Wishman was a feminist role model, a survivor in an industry where men predominated. And if for some 'trash' remains trash, no matter how much fancy pleading is made, I'd argue there is a form of art here, even in her first film, and not just of the naughty postcard variety. (One can imagine how the some story would have been treated, full of sniggers and studio flatness, if it had been given the Carry On treatment, for instance.) It's art of a guileless type, but sneaked in under the cover of 'bad movies'; one of narrative non-sequiturs, where already there's the feeling that the director is going her own fledgling way disorganising narrative just as eventually, in both time and with greater respectability, Godard was to do in the art house much further down the cinematic road. As critic Andrea Juno put it in his piece on the director in the seminal book Incredibly Strange Films: 'behind her economically deprived visuals lies a wealth of imagination: wildly improbable plots, bizarre "method acting" and scripts yielding freely to fantasy '. Whilst the recently long-lost Hideout remains a minor work in Wishman's extensive oeuvre, still unsteady on its feet, it remains junk not to be just thrown away.

I recently watched Hideout in the Sun (1960), a quirky little film about two bank robbers who take a young woman hostage while looking for a place to hide. She mentions a cottage she's staying at, which seems perfect-until they arrive and discover it's located in a nudist colony. Needless to say, that throws a major wrench in their plans.

The picture is co-directed by Larry Wolk (Nature's Sweethearts) and Doris Wishman (Nude on the Moon), and stars Greg Conrad, Dolores Carlos (Diary of a Nudist), Earl Bauer, and Carol Little.

This is one of those movies full of random circumstances, bizarre sequences, and even an unexpected love story. There's definitely a message baked in about nudism as a lifestyle and worldview. The plot itself is absolutely wild. The bodies are impressive, and there's plenty of nudity throughout-but the way they occasionally try to hide the private parts is unintentionally hilarious. You can see how hard they're trying. The background music during these scenes adds to the amusement and keeps things light.

In conclusion, Hideout in the Sun is a random, wild ride with a message-if you can see past all the naked bodies. I'd score it a 5/10.

I don't understand the voters who scored this movie a 1/10. What the heck were they expecting? This movie does exactly what it tries to do: lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of T&A with very attractive women, with a delightfully campy plot and performances.

If you're the kind of viewer who would be interested in a film like this in the first place, there is no way you won't like it. The audio/video sync is poor at times (they somewhat get around this by not showing the faces of the characters who are speaking a lot of the time) and there are a few spots where part of the print is missing (never more than a fraction of a second), but these "flaws" only add to the charm. The video quality of the DVD is actually quite good. Video quality is often a problem with obscure films rescued from a half a century ago, but Something Weird got a good print of this one.

It is the epitome of its genre. If you're interested enough in this kind of movie to be reading this review, you will love this movie. See it. You will not be sorry.

I couldn't help but notice the parallel between the plot and Wishman's real life after her husband died a year earlier while they lived in Florida for a short period of time. So, the bank robbers hide out in a Florida nudist camp. Here the film seems to be an extended commercial to join a nudist colony. Her husband was an adman, too. One falls in love, the other dies. The film had me laughing at some ridiculous moments. I swear the naked folks spent so much time soaking in the pool it must've given them water wrinkles in a couple of days. A lot of girls with attractive boobs appear and seem to be filmed twice over again.