Best part first: this film is so bad it's good.This film tells a story of a young bright medical student Fred who has a dark secret - he's a peeping tom! Fred feels guilty of his arousal when he sees female flesh - so he goes regularly to a shrink who guides Fred into the all-American chaste way of chaste living and the viewers are really hammered with the antiquated biblical virtues.Of course all this psychological stuff and the storyline is just an facade. While the plot may sound like any of those idiotic teen education films from the period, it is just an excuse to show all the racy parts! The story goes like those reader's letters in the 60's adult magazines: Fred gets to meet several girls in this film, and they have several reasons to release their ample (D-cups sighted!) and juicy chests for us to ogle and most of the time they also like to stretch their arms for full effect. (which is nice) The film is riddled with bad acting and idiotic directing. Many times the actors speak their lines but what we're hearing is Fred's inane narration instead. Also whenever there's a non-dialogue moment (ie. undressing, bouncy moments and the like) some generic basement bar jazz is being played - there's three or four tunes and some were catchy enough to get my fingers tapping.Basically there's two things that separates this from most of Russ Meyers films: incompetence in film making and lack of wanton women with truly humongous mammary glands.