Adam and Six Eves (1962) – John Wallis.

'He's a big man, but he ate like a bird, a six foot vulture!'

This frothy 60s skin-flick finds a doltish, implausibly fortuitous treasure hunter, dangerously adrift in the desert, finding fleshly succour within an exotic oasis solely populated by six hypnotically nubile nude natives. Aptly named Randy Brent stars as the hapless Adam, sultrily beguiled by this bouncingly buxom bevy of blissfully boff-able babes. Should one be able to temporarily suspend one's disbelief for 60 cheesecake-stuffed minutes, the jocular text proves modestly mirthsome, I could never completely resist a sardonic, serially quipping mule, coupled with a perky panoply of permanently topless totty! What the tantalizingly titty-licious Adam and Six Eves lacked in profound intellectual substance is more than generously compensated by spectacularly voluptuous substance! On an entirely more subjective note, I thought the fabulously fulsome Fatima was a peach, even with her crooked witchy beak, and I manufactured additional amusement by pretending the disproving donkey was voiced by Peter Falk!