
19610124 His and Hers (A Fiesta 7)
Eccentric Author Terry-Thomas gets his wife involved in his new book in this comedy of the sexes.
19610132 Three Blondes in His Life
An insurance investigator is looking for a blond killer in this neo-noir.
Plus Trailers, Clips, A Paul Anka song, Commercials, A Cartoon & The Top Songs of January 1961

Press Play for The Full Fiesta 13 for January 1961.


19610132 Nude on The Moon (Cultpix)
(A Fiesta 8) &
19610130 Lust for the Sun (Cultpix)
(A Fiesta 5)
Nude on The Moon is two completely different movies, cleaved at the midway point.
The first 45 minutes should be called: Completely Clothed on The Earth. (A Fiesta 2)
1961. AMERICA! hasn’t been on the moon yet. What is up there? Are there babes on The Moon? Moon Dolls? Space jungles? No one knows. Two regular guys in pale, blue jumpsuits set to find out. The two of them build a rocket, primarily by putting dry ice in various colored liquids. There’s a lot of bubbling in test tubes if you’re building a rocket. The full rocket can also be fully built in a cramped basement. Only takes two. Here on lowly Earth, Florida, there’s sound only when you’re inside. Nice. Not so lucky, outside.
The guys decide not to tell anyone about the rocket, as who would believe them?
Then, the two guys launch into space and mostly sleep on the way to The Moon. What a boring trip. Then, the second movie begins:
Panty-ed on The Moon (A Fiesta 6). Finally, the nudie cutie part. Each lovely and nice man and woman on the moon wear panties and nothing else. Unless you’re six or under, then full nudity. Always, a bit jarring seeing toddler full-frontal.
On the verdant, fertile, everglades of The Moon, the two astronauts collect gold rocks on the beach and generally leave the Moon Dolls alone. Only The Queen of The Moon Dolls can speak telepathically, while everyone else just nods and enjoys moon-bathing. Then, stuff happens, and the younger astronaut falls for The Queen who looks just like a topped Earth-girl back home who has a crush on the dopey astronaut.
Eventually, after their oxygen runs out, the two guys in pale blue jumpsuits amble their way back home where no one believes they went to the lush, lush moon anyway. Take more pictures next time guys.
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1961013 Lust for The Sun (Cultpix)
(A Fiesta 5)
1961 AMERICA! When Elvis did The Pelvis Six years ago, AMERICA! shortly thereafter recognized public nudity as an activity. American as Apple Muff Pie. The Europeans were way ahead on the good, wholesome nekkid fun train. So, we’all turn to Sweden, the most nekkidest country for advice. We’all needed movie after movie on just what activities are best enjoyed nekkid. Sure, everybody knew about volleyball, horseback and bicycle riding, rock climbing, see-saw, cooking stew and hiking. Lust for The Sun taught us about nekkid snowball fights, octopus cooking, castle spelunking, and sailing to name a few.
Here at The Fiesta 13, if we’all are behind an ‘Employee-Only’ door, we’all are nude. Every time. It’s not a sexual thing. There’s too much gland-enhanced orgasms out there. Too Much Pay for Spray. Sick of it. Hell, you can’t throw a sex toy with getting full-body fucking in return. We’all are nude retro-ists at The Fiesta 13. Nudity just means comfort. Nudity just means easier scratching. Plus, We’all will cover our bodies with various substances for the daily hallway slip n’ slide:
Monday: Mayonnaise Monday
Tuesday: Taco Powder Tuesday
Wednesday: Warehouse Wednesday where we’all grab what we can from The Warehouse before the lasers kick in.
Errandsday: Sex Lube & Strategically-Placed Pleather.
Thursday: Vegetable Oil Thurs.
Friday: Leftovers.
Blaynesday: Laugh-in Body-Paint
Saturday: Deep-tissue Muscle-Relaxant Creme.
Sunday: Flavored Cricket-Paste Buffet.
Lastday: Ice Water Rinse.
You know what you call a Nudie Cutie where everyone’s wearing clothes? Home Movies.
There’s no primary genital shots allowed in 1961, just copious toddler-nudity. We’all certainly remember being five and running nekkid down the middle of the county road. That was the last time we were truly free.
Lastly, every one of these faux nude documentaries generally has an older nude guy who sits in the back, puffing on a pipe in an odd fishing hat. In Every Nudie Cutie. Is he the leader? The guy they can’t get rid of? The kid’s grandpa? Does he just tour nude encampments like a Grateful Dead tour? Who knows. Every shot.
The only complaint. Get enough people nekkid and everyone will man spread, as nudity is the best way to air out those damp crevices. It’s just physics. Since the whole shoot is a practice in artful framing and editing, everyone sits like a cramped, polite lady.
That said, we’all still saw two dongs, but no bush.
Hope to see ya at The Fiesta 13 soon!
Behind closed doors.
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