Almost everything about Take Me Naked is pretty good: the gritty black and white footage of mid-1960's New York City, the ridiculously over the top narration and poetry, even the Vaseline clumsily applied to the lens for the film's sex scenes. And then there's Roberta Findlay, who would have been best advised to keep her clothes on: at the risk of sounding horrifically sexist and being terribly judgmental, she looks absolutely awful throughout this film. To be fair, though, co-star Kevin Sullivan is unlikely to have many fans, either - but at least the Findlays allowed him to keep his pants on, sparing us some no doubt unpleasant sights.