Done under the crafty guise of being an informative and illuminating documentary on all the different aspects of sex, director/co-writer John D. Lamond basically uses said premise as a pretty flimsy, but still highly entertaining and often even fairly alluring excuse to cover everything from birth to erotic dreams to masturbation and masochism ("Some say a good bout of masochism is hard to beat"), with delightful detours on love, rape, kissing, orgasms, mile high clubs, and pornography along the merry way. Presented in alphabetical order, with copious nudity (both male and female alike), an amusing sense of cheeky humor, plenty of interesting (if questionable) salacious "facts," funky Claymation in the wrap-around segments, neat use of jaunty film library music(the theme song "You Got What It Takes" is a groovy gas), and, of course, a plethora of really hot and explicit on-screen copulation, this winningly breezy'n'easy film promotes sex in a way that's so healthy, upbeat, and positive that it in turn comes across as surprisingly pleasant and engaging instead of crude and offensive. Breathy Sandy Gore and smooth Michael Cole handle the narrator duties with infectious aplomb. Garry Wapshott's sunny cinematography provides an attractive bright look. A sweetly bawdy romp.
