American Nudist

It's silly how nowadays some people look for excuses to show boobs (for me Game Of Thrones is one example). This "movie" is irritating in that sense. Also it's a bit offensive. Let me expand on that. On one hand, all the nudity he filmed (not the "documental" part of the thing) was exclusively women showing their boobs. Do you really need to make an excuse for that? You could easily have made a porno, and you could have banged your cast mates. That was all you wanted. Men can also be nudist, duh. On the other hand, it pisses me off the way the naked body of a woman must always be used as a way to sell things (PETA's adds are always with naked women, men are always dressed). Halfway through the film I had to stop, so, I just endured about 50 minutes. That's to say a lot IMHO.

This movie is incredibly boring and inane, and the guy is annoying af. Also, I don't know why other reviewers wrote about nudity being present in the film, coz there is absolutely none.

Not a nudist/naturist movie. Just an obscure, totally failed attempt to create an art-house movie of some sort based on this guy's obsession to make the movie we're watching about WANTING to go to a nudist resort with a model--they never go. Faux violence (I'm not into violence and hate the kind of violence they were portraying), was preformed so poorly it was just pathetic.

As to the nudity shown, I beg to differ with another reviewer, there just wasn't very much and it was mostly quick-shots designed to titillate rather than present anything remotely what nudism/naturism is about.

So bad, plotless, and erratic (No, not erotic.) that it couldn't even become a cult film.

I rarely say this thinking everyone should be given a chance, but save your time and avoid this one.

worse than the Quintinshill rail disaster of 1915 wherein a train crashed into the wreckage of 2 other trains that had just collided, thereby starting a fire which set a 4th and 5th train ablaze.

Tony Young may as well have thrown his career into the lava pools of Mordor. his inability to produce or direct is surpassed only by his laughably inept and ineffectual attempts at acting. if not for the name of the film, only his close friends would have seen it, just like the rest of his calamities.

an insult to naturist communities everywhere.

hard-earned dishwashing money during the week wasted in an utterly dismal attempt at film making on the weekends.

the only bright spot is, ironically, a short, dark segment with Wendy McColm. sadly, even she could not hope to bloom in the wake of this travesty.

American Nudist is not what you will expect when you hear the term "nudist film." T. L. Young plays Taylor, a former nudist who claims he used to run a nudist club in his home town in Hawaii.

Influenced by the films such as "All That Jazz," and Bob Fosse's Joe Gideon, Taylor's women are a major influence in his life, from his college sweetheart Aymi (played by Simmin Yu,) who had been his first muse, to his former flame Angela (Alicia Arden) who runs a nude bed and breakfast (wow!), to his current lover Jennifer, (Magda Marcella) the film chronicles his inner struggle as a nude photographer no longer in touch with the nudist world except through his commercial work and newscasts of naked happenings he can't be a part of.

Taylor is always wearing a suit, even when he jumps into a swimming pool in a nudist resort. Fortunately, Angela has no qualms being naked, and is very clothes-free throughout most of the film.

His models are gorgeous, familiar faces such as Nicole D'Angelo, Josie Goldberg and Tiffany Bowyer, yet he feels depressed, burned out and uninspired. And juggling his relationships with his work and a philosophy he feels alienated from, it's no wonder why.

Case in point, he even delivers a monologue about a beautiful moment in his life, related to his nudist journey, to his cat, very likely because he can't confide that fact to a human being.

The picture quality of this film is beautiful and the way it's edited immediately brought those aforementioned films to mind. Those expecting the standard nudist fare of the sixties, be warned. This is not your grandpa's nudie cutie but a very stylized, introspective chronicle of a artist's life and his work.

Nicely done.