It's far too easy to dismiss Naked Boys Singing as mere titillation. It actually has some pretty decent material in it. The show is certainly head and shoulders above the execrable Oh, Calcutta!, at least in terms of the quality of its content.
A digression: There's a song in the terrific Off-Broadway revue Upstairs at O'Neals (starring an as yet unknown Bebe Neuwirth) called "The Feet," which talks about how at a lot of Off- and Off-Off-Broadway shows, the sight lines are so bad you can't see anyone's feet, which renders any choreography superfluous.
Well, when I saw Naked Boys Singing in Provincetown, it was in a cabaret setting that had folding chairs and no rake in the audience. Which meant that most of the audience, myself included, spent the whole show weaving back and forth in an effort to see the good stuff.
Anyway, it appears that the long-running Naked Boys Singing will receive a film version. This will no doubt allow those folks who were too timid to buy a ticket to the live show a chance to watch the DVD in the privacy of their own homes, remote in one hand, KY in the other.
But, again, that's not really what the show is about. It's a semi-serious attempt to explore...well...the naked gay-male body. Yeah, that's pretty salacious. But, hey, what's wrong with that?