Here’s a relic that is more straightforwardly unseemly. Brazen ladies in a pond, who keep looking at the camera at this end while they unconvincingly interact with the killjoy cop at the other. The level of explicitness—pretty minimal, for modern sensibilities!—might make No Swimming seem pretty quaint, pretty harmless. And it is, now. It’s interesting to think of the different guises that nasty can take, and yet still and always be nasty.