The film climaxes early (so to speak) when Kevin Stea, whose dance credits go all the way back to Madonna's Truth or Dare, dips and glides with a mop and broom as he sings about his travails working as "The Naked Maid." That's quickly followed by big numbers about a bris, the danger of getting an erection in a high school locker room, lust for Robert Mitchum, and the joys of masturbation. One memorable number is a sort of choral madrigal with lyrics that consist of nothing but slang words for "penis." You can't say it's not creative.
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