Some people are consistent specialists, masters of their game. If you want hot, greasy, breaded chicken, you go to Colonel Sanders. If you want nut-crushing vixens tossing about hot, thick, heaving, sweaty cleavage while engaged in outlandish plotting, then you go to Russ Meyer. Good Morning... and Goodbye! (1967) is a broad sex comedy funning on the intertwining plights of an impotent farmer, his hyper-sexed wife and their virginal but hot-buttered daughter. Good Morning was the mammary maestro’s first color feature; though it contains little full nudity, the picture is rife with sexual electricity.