Summary
An ungainly custodian inherits a temple of vanity: a sun-splashed atelier where marble torsos mock mortal flesh and the proprietor—equal-times dandy and dime-store Pygmalion—scorns a hopeful nymph for the crime of insufficient curvature. Spurned, she transmutes embarrassment into theater, recruiting a bronzed cabal of surfers and beachcombers to masquerade as federal raiders. Their sham incursion—half carnival, half tribunal—unspools through paint-splattered corridors, toppling canvases, rattling easels, and turning the sanctum of idealized beauty into a jubilee of comeuppance. Wax-statue effigies melt; pigment bleeds like gossip; the custodian, caught between voyeur and unwilling accomplice, pirouettes through slapstick debris, his pratfalls a silent referendum on who gets to be looked at, and who must do the looking.
Synopsis
Hank is left in charge of an smarmy artist's studio, who's owner rejected a young woman who desired to be a model due to her not being shapely enough. The woman seeks revenge by getting her beach buddies to stage a false raid.
