Remember MTV's "Undressed" -- that nightly, shameless bite of over-earnest sexual situation comedy? Everyone was just slightly insecure and prime-time-friendly kinked, and sexual preference made everyone awkward until exactly what they wanted fell into their laps at the end of the episode? Yeah. This is "Undressed, The Movie." The production values are low (in fact, it looks like it was filmed on the same minimalist sets as the show) and there are no points for art, aside from the uncomfortable but amusing first scene, which mimics classic repairman porn that suddenly goes bad, then funny. The actors are each given one adjective (uncomfortable; hot; gay; sexual) and they run with them like an improv comedy troupe without an audience to play off of. The writing leaves them without an ounce of subtlety or realism, but that's okay. The point of the film is not to create truly great characters, aside from oversexed loudmouth Gwen, whose squeak of a voice makes her foul language and unabashed proclivities almost endearing. The point is to create fun new sexual situations, then pretend that sex and love correspond.
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