Nude on the Moon/Blaze Starr Goes Nudist 2007 Horror Movie Review

It’s a bare-as-you-dare double feature from the Grand Dame of sexploitation, Doris Wishman! Needing an escape from nightclub engagements and her sleazy agent-fiance, legendary red-headed stripper Blaze Starr ducks into a movie theater and sees a film on nudism. Intrigued, Blaze Starr Goes Nudist and checks into Florida’s Sunny Palms, where she finds true happiness by strutting around in her birthday suit and discovering the wonders of nude volleyball, nude archery, and, of course, nude checkers. Then a young rocket scientist and his professor friend build a spaceship and blast off in idiotic pajama-like space suits, only to land on the lunar surface and discover a private camp populated by shapely telepathic gals who live Nude on the Moon with antennae on their heads! After first being rendered helpless by a moon doll’s magic wand, the men are eventually allowed to wander about and witness the naked marvels of life in outer space, which looks an awful lot like Florida.