It is often said that undeveloped characters in movies are as shallow as cardboard cut-outs. In this film they are not even cardboard. They are paper - in fact, they are newspaper, with print which can be read from the other side. The so-called 'Nude Nuns...' eroticism pales into insignificance when one thinks of the way Ken Russell portrayed it with infinitely more depth and shock. 'Nude Nuns...' has hardly any erotic titillation for today's audience, conceived as it is in 1970s attitudes - indeed the stealing of hackneyed effects, such as the 'spaghetti western' character description through text-on-screen over still-shot, is boring beyond words. Just who is this trash aimed at?
Review of Nude Nuns with Big Guns
