Nudes at Eleven is an unerring, skillful parody of 60 Minutes. The team goes undercover to investigate several stories, and also cleverly uses previews of other AVC features as commercials within the body of the movie.
All of your Sunday favorites are lampooned: Diane, Harry and Andy get their dongs dinged. The tongue, in addition to being where you would expect it in this of movie, is most definitely in cheek.
There is a segment called "A Piece for Peace," another lampoons Mumser Kadaffyduck, another does in the spy industry. All are reasonably on target and uproariously funny. The sex is another story. It's well photographed, but rather uninteresting. The sequences go on and on, some to a rather tame climax.
As a matter of fact, Tracey Adams, who plays the lead character, does not get involved physically, except for some rather disinterested head with all her clothes on. At the end she seems more concerned with keeping her clothes clean than the moment of truth. Maybe it was her time. Speaking, however, of the moment of truth, there are, it seems, some missing moments. Sure the obligatory facial agony and ecstasy is there, but the goop is not. The coming attractions look like a better bet. Nudes at Eleven is good for a laugh, but not much more than that.