If you're looking for a purely hilarious film this one is definitely it. I stumbled across it under the assumption it was 70s art cinema and ended up being lured by its hilarious Paul Morrissey-esquire aspirations.The film opens with a poorly executed attempt at poetry, describing the undeniable allure of a leather clad hustler type. He walks the streets in his bell bottoms as we listen to a man describe how wonderful his individual is to the eye.The beautiful, open-shirted hero then helps our blind boy cross the road. Why? I'm not really sure. But a photographer captures the moments on film and begins a photo shoot on the rundown city street. Eventually the scene goes to a photo shoot where it's revealed that the buff stud is wearing six layers of underpants. The obsession of the narrator grows to almost creepy proportions as the music starts to swell to a twisted distortion. His narration continues to over think the details of this guy so much that it's almost psychotic.What makes this entertaining is a combination of the god-awful camera work that's trying to pass as an arty project and vintage clothing that's half excruciating, half ridiculous. As a porn this movie is surely less than satisfying, but if you're looking for a dated glimpse of what one passed as arousing, this is quite the treat.