(1965?) writ, prod & dir: Al Mitchel; w/ Jed Hudson(?), Jack Ryland, Terry Norris. Teensy bit o’ skin; gobs o’ dull.
Viewing pornography is bad for ya, but actually running a girly magazine will drive you bonkers! I think this was trying to be a gritty sexual-tension drama. What we actually get is a bunch of painfully dull footage with some dime-novel narration that keeps promising that something awful will happen anytime soon now. The only awful thing that happens is the time wastage for all concerned.