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Leo (Brad Scott) is a painter who, to make ends meet, started painting
classes involving nude models. One day he bumps into a friend of his,
Peter (Jack Lowe), a photographer who is full of talent and great ideas
... but doesn't have a penny to his name. So Leo suggests he should
photograph his nude models, and sell the photographs to men's magazines
which are always on the lookout for good nude pictures. Peter is hesitant
at first, but soon jumps into it, and he soon develops a relaxed attitude
about shooting girls in the nude, so all the girls want to work with him.
However, every time Peter sees the colour red, he almost freaks out ... One
day, Peter takes his latest model, Linda, to Central Park, to do some pics
of her out in the open, but she cuts her finger, and when she sees his
reaction to her blood, she teases Peter for a bit ... enough for him to -
strangle her to death. The next day, Linda's roommate stops by Peter's
place, worried because she hasn't come home last night, and Peter might be
the last person who has seen her. He evades her questions ... and then she
urges him to take nude pictures of her. Peter declines, and when she won't
take no for an answer, he slaps her face, which causes her nose to bleed,
which causes Peter to go bonkers and strangle her to death. Later Leo
and his wife find the body of the dead girl in the wardrobe of the studio
they share with Peter, and they find Peter, totally out of it, and
threatening them with a wife. They manage to escape the studio and lock
him in ... and in a case of utter lunacy, Peter kills himself. Basically,
a nudie from the weird side of the spectrum. For the longest time, you see
nothing but a handful of models posing in the nude (but carefully seeing
to it that their primary sex organs don't show on screen), while Brad
Scott, offscreen, goes on and on about art and nude photography and stuff,
but then, only in the last quarter, the whole thing turns into a thriller
pretty much out of nowhere (though it had been suggested Peter doesn't
like red too much [he inexplicably tends to wear a red sweater himself
though]). Weird as it may be, The Beautiful, the Bloody, and the Bare
is not a very fascinating movie, for the most part it's just an excuse to
show as many bare breasts as possible, using it's pseudo-artistic
narration as a very feeble excuse, and Jack Lowe's performance as the man
slowly slipping into insanity is ridiculous rather than threatening ...
but at least the girls all look pretty good, and Lowe's failed performance
does cause a few mild chuckles.
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