House On Bare Mountain (1962)

House On Bare Mountain is one of the weirdest nudie cutie's of all time. Directed by exploitation pioneer Lee Frost also known as R.L. Frost who is known for greats such as Defilers, The Black Gestapo and The Thing With Two heads and also for his awful excursions as well such as Zero In And Scream and Ride Hard Ride Wild.

House On Bare Mountain is amongst the earliest of Lee Frost films and is definitely worth a watch for anybody who is into 60's nudie cutie films. Its as strange as they come.

House On Bare Mountain plays more like a nudist camp film with monsters thrown into the mix. Monsters such as Frankenstein, Dracula and The Wolf Man. Of course these monsters are made up in really cheap looking masks and awful makeup. In fact the man who did the makeup for the Wolf Man character was responsible for the make up on Plan 9 From Outer Space. So that should give you a little idea on the production value that we are looking at here.

Still House On Bare Mountain is good filthy fun and an example of bizarre 60's sexploitation at its finest. It all takes place in a school for girls called G.G.S.F.G.G. which stands for Granny Good's School For Good Girls. Granny Good is played by exploitation veteran Bob Cresse in drag. Granny Good has it made. She sits around all day drinking and watching her good girls take showers, go sunbathing, jump rope in the nude etc. Actually the good girls in Granny Goods school never really wear much clothes. Since House On Bare Mountain is an earlier example of the nudie cutie coming in while the nudist camp films were still being shit out by the dozens, we are treated to plenty of tits and ass but the pubic region is a no-no. The girls do a pretty damn good job here covering up their genitals but that is about all they can do well. The acting on the other hand is pretty terrible but lets face it, you're not watching House On Bare Mountain in search of an over looked academy award winner.

Nope, you pretty much get exactly what you came for and that is plenty of T&A, giant 60's underwear that is big enough to choke a horse, crazy go-go dancing, cheesy monsters and a really dumb plot. This movie also has one of the greatest exploitation movie trailers in the history of trash cinema. If you can't bring yourself to sit down and watch this brand of smut then at least check out the trailer. It proudly states "If you don't like horror movies or sex... Or comedies or sex... Or adventure or sex... Or Frankenstein or sex... Or the Wolf Man or sex... Or Dracula or sex... Or the Mummy or sex... Then don't come see this movie honey. Because this movie is dirty. Dirty! Dirty! Dirty! Its even Filthy!" The trailer really has to be seen to be fully appreciated. Oh and did I mention that this movie is dirty?

Angel Guts 5 : Red Vertigo (1988)

The infamous Angel Guts series is typical Pinku filth. I have only seen two out of the six films in the series to date. The first one being Angel Guts : Nami which is the third film in the series and now this one. Angel Guts : Nami is about as disgusting as they come with rape scene after rape scene and an unforgettable and nauseating necrophilia scene. In other words, I loved it.

Angel Guts 5 on the other hand is rather tame and even a bit boring. From what I have read about the series, the only ones worth watching are the first three films.

This one has the audacity to call itself Red Vertigo but be forewarned, this aint no Alfred Hitchcock remake. There is barely a plot here at all and to top it all off the movie is not even shocking. Instead it aims for some sexy stuff in the earlier part of the film but they mess that up with all the violent rape stuff and then it just becomes a boring love story.

For those of you who have never heard of the Angel Guts series, it is another series of trashy Pinku films taken from Manga. The films are not really connected in any way other then the fact that the main character is always named Nami and that they all deal with rape and violent sex. Well Angel Guts : Red Vertigo couldn't even seem to get that right considering there is really only attempted rape scenes in this one.

The plot if you can call it that follows Nami a nurse who is having a really bad day. First her patients at the hospital try to rape but she fights them off and runs home only to find her scumbag boyfriend in bed with another woman. Nami takes off running again but is hit by a car and knocked unconscious. The man who hit her is in a bit of trouble of his own. His wife walked out on him and the Yakuza is after him for money that he has not payed up. However it is a little hard to feel bad for this prick considering that after he hits Nami with his car he decides to tie her up rape her.

Oops! I said rape again. I meant to say he attempts to rape her because once again Nami fights her attacker off. After she kicks this losers ass a bit he spends what seems like ages trying to apologize to her. Naturally Nami and the hit and rape driver fall in love and we get sex scenes and shower scenes and more sex scenes.

Yes it is all pretty dumb and pointless and its really just an excuse to show some bare breasted women but the end really takes the cake. I won't give the ending away in case if anybody out there possibly gives a shit about this movie but the ending comes completely out of left field and makes the whole movie seem even more pointless then it already was and that is quite an accomplishment.

In 1981 Abel Ferrara did the classic rape/revenge flick Ms. 45 which had a similar plot. The only difference here is that Ferrara didn't cop out on the rape scenes and did what any respectful director would have done and gave us a great revenge flick filled with murder but if you would rather see the rape victim fall in love with the bad guy then maybe this one is for you. Otherwise avoid Angel Guts 5 and check out Nami. Its a sick one.

The Ultimate Degenerate (1969)

Oh yes the Findlay's have done it again. For those unfamiliar with Michael and Roberta Findlay's body of work in trash cinema. The married couple has released some of the filthiest roughie, sexploitation films known to man.

Amongst the most offensive of Findlay movies is the Flesh trilogy. Kiss Of Her Flesh, Curse Of Her Flesh and Touch Of Her Flesh stars Michael Findlay himself as a sex crazed psychopath with a fetish for torturing and killing sexy young women.

The Ultimate Degenerate is equally depraved. Again Michael Findlay plays the leading degenerate but this time instead of being blind in one eye he is wheelchair bound. The cripple sicko goes by the name of Spencer and Spencer has an underground S&M ring where women are payed handsomely to satisfy Spencer's every need. Lets just say Spencer is into some sick and twisted shit.

The latest addition to Spencer's underground sewer of pleasure is an exhibitionist named Maria. Maria is "sick of New York City and the human garbage that litters the streets" For some cash and kicks she meets up with Spencer's partner Bruno and joins the ring of smut.

Maria is a bit of a nympho already and upon her arrival she is shot up with Spencer's special aphrodisiac drug and becomes more horny then ever. She indulges in lesbian acts which is nothing new to her considering the film opens up with Maria rolling around naked with her heavy breasted roommate. Maria also lays naked on the diner table while Spencer enjoys a meal. She lay with her feet facing Spencer. "I think the smell of feet excites him" but its not long before Maria feels degraded as she is gratuitously sprayed down with whipped cream. Whipped Cream is just one of Spencer's many fetishes and luckily for Maria it is one of the less violent ones.

The film soon sinks further into the depth of the depraved when we are treated to bondage, whips and other things. The most memorable scene shows a woman performing fellatio on a corn on the cob. Spencer has a real love for corn on the cob and he shoves multiple cobs up a girls hoo-ha. Bruno watches the corn festivities in disgust and realizes that his partner is sick beyond repair. Spencer truly is The Ultimate Degenerate.

It all comes to a climax in a trippy, nightmarish art scene with naked babes, more whipped cream, human skulls and murder. The Ultimate Degenerate offers up gas mask villains, hot fire poker torture and plenty of big 60's underwear to hold the attention of the average demented degenerate.

I hold this depraved filth very close to my heart and would like to thank the late Michael Findlay for having a sick enough mind to think this stuff up. The Ultimate Degenerate goes perfect with a side of corn. Sick! Sick! Sick!

Kids (1995)

No other movie has ever depicted the directionless youth of the 90's better then this one. Kids is here as a permanent reminder of my own useless generation and I went to school with just about every character in this movie.

Kids follows a group of nihilistic urban street kids through the course of one day. The two main characters are Telly and Casper "The dopest ghost". Telly cares about one thing and one thing only and that is sex but he is not content with having sex with anyone. Telly has a fixation with young virgins. In the opening scene we see Telly taking the virginity of a very young teenage girl. In the films final moments Telly is yet again devirginizing another victim and I say victim because Telly is not the healthiest of people in the sexually transmitted disease department. "Virgins... I love em. No fucking diseases and no loose as a goose pussy". Telly's best friend Casper on the other hand is a bit more of a mess. He drinks excessively and there is barely a moment in the film where Casper does not have a 40 oz. drink in his hand. The drinking is of course between smoking pot, doing whip-its, stealing, fighting and even raping other teenage girls. This is all of course acceptable behaviour amongst the group of friends. After all they are only kids.

Written by 19 year old Harmony Korine who would go on to do the equally controversial Gummo, I can't really see Kids appealing to anybody who wasn't a teenager in the 90's or at least was not a street-kid. Kids does not paint a pretty picture. Depressing images of urban street decay, violence, junkies and weirdos are strung together to form a memorable, nihilistic piece of chaos. The fact that this movie was written by such a young person says one of two things. Either Harmony Korine was smart enough to try to make a statement on his own doomed generation or he was simply writing exactly what he saw on the streets and with his friends. I think the second is the most likely candidate which just further proves the mind frame of this generation. Nothing matters except getting high, screwing and skate boarding. Another interesting thing to look at in Kids is how irrelevant race is. The kids are black, white, brown and yellow and it doesn't mean a thing. Nothing matters as long as you are cool enough and lacking in moral fiber. This is just the way in New York. I'm sure it is different in more primitive parts of the U.S. but in New York the kids do not see in black and white. They just see through blured vision.

The whole movie is best summed up in the final scene when Casper wakes up naked on a couch surrounded by beer bottles and passed out friends sprawled across the floor in sweaty piles. "Jesus Christ... What happened?". Perhaps he is better off not remembering what happened. It was a long day filled with street violence, drug use, drinking and rape. Kids also offers up very young kids smoking marijuana and when I say young I mean probably 12 years old. It shows young kids having sex, there is a segment that teaches you how to role a blunt, there is a very violent beating in the street that shows about 20 kids on one. We get plenty of foul mouthed memorable quotes, a man with no legs on a skateboard and we are invited into the mind of the young people of the 90's.

Kids is a great movie that is not afraid to show Kids for the monsters that they are. After all they are only a product of their enviorment. They are old enough to know better but to young to care.

Drugstore Cowboy (1989)

Remember when Matt Dillon was cool? In movies like Rumble Fish and Over The Edge? Well I guess there comes a time where you get to old to keep up the bad-ass juvenile delinquent act but its a shame when such a cool actor moves on to do Hollywood crap like Crash (2004). Drugstore Cowboy is the last of Dillon's more cutting edge stuff and I'm sure its safe to say that it is his last cult film.

Directed by Gus Van Sant, Drugstore Cowboy follows a gang of four junkies lead by Bob (Dillon) and his girlfriend Dianne (Kelly Lynch) who get their fix by breaking into drug stores and stealing the pills.

Gus Van Sant artistically depicts the life of the criminal junkie in a comedic manner. To take such a dark subject matter and make it funny is quite the task. Throw in the artsy-fartsy stuff and you are left with a classic in drugsploitation.

Bob is loser who has been in and out of jail most of his life. As he gets older the life style of being a drug addict is getting harder. Not only is it getting hard to find a new place to rob but the police are hot on his tail. He decides to take his gang of junkies on the road, across country to what will be be a life changing experience for him. Bob believes a hex is placed on him and his crew when one of his followers puts a hat on a bed. This is never explained in a way that makes any sense but Bob has some wacky ideas about luck. Well the hat on the bed turns out to be a bad omen after all and the result is an over dose of one of his friends. Stuck in a hotel room with a corpse Bob has to make some serious decisions on what to do. A cop gets shot, Bob is beaten bloody and his childhood sweet heart turns out to not not be as faithful as Bob thought.

Perhaps the drugs will not help Bob escape this one. His whole world is turned upside down and it is time for Bob to make a change but even as he tries to straighten out it seems the world is against him... or is it just the hex from the hat on the bed?

William S. Burroughs shows up as a junkie-priest and offers up some awesome Burroughs type dialogue. The movie also sports an okay soundtrack and when its all said and done Drugstore Cowboy makes for a good time with plenty of replay value. I think the main audience for this movie is people who like more modern type junkie films like Trainspotting but there is also a Rivers Edge type of feel that runs through out. There is also something a bit artistic about it. Whether it is the cinematography, the plot or the social messages that are thrown into it. Drugstore Cowboy is not your average time waster. It is more of a conversation starter that is filled with humor.

Drunken Master (1978)

Drunken Master is one of my all time favorite Kung Fu flicks. This timeless cult classic blends slap stick comedy and drunken martial arts perfectly and makes for a fun watch every time.

Jackie Chan plays Wong Fei-Hung a foul mouthed juvenile delinquent who likes to beat up his teacher, make out with his cousin and run amok in the streets with his fellow delinquent friends. He even goes as far as to steal from local restaurants. When his father fails to discipline young Wong he sends him to a legendary martial artist named Su Hai which is pronounced "So High". Su Hai has a reputation for being the most brutal of teachers and a brutal martial artist at the same time. Su Hai most certainly is "So High". He drinks like a fish and is always intoxicated. Su Hai teaches his new juvenile delinquent student the ways of The Drunken Master. As Wong studies the "8 drunken gods" he becomes unbeatable and of course a staggering drunk.

Of course the gratuitous drinking and Kung Fu is the main point of interest here but it also helps that the English dubbing is so dirty. "Go clean piss and crud-holes, you shit head" The language is  comical and offensive and the acting is pretty bad, as is expected from almost any Hong Kong Kung Fu movie. We also get a typical over the top training scene that seems to go on for a bit to long. Jackie Chan takes on punishment in the form of cracking walnuts between his fingers, balancing cups of boiling water on his arms, legs and head and endures many other forms of torture before he becomes a Drunken Master himself. Next he goes to war with Thunderleg, an assassin who is payed to kill his father.

Aside from the bad language, drinking and gratuitous training scenes, Drunken Master offers up a bald lunatic who fights his battles with his head alone, Jackie Chan smashes the mans skull in with a steel hammer, we also get to see Chan rub his ass on an opponents face, some really gross eating habits and an awesome final fight scene. The only thing that could have made The Drunken Master any better would have been a bit more blood.

So gather up your alcoholic friends, get a jug of cheap wine and laugh your way through Drunken Master.

The Bloody Judge (1970)

Jesus Franco digs back into British history and basis The Bloody Judge off of King James The II and his murderous followers in the Clergy. Christopher Lee, who most remember best for his Hammer Studio's work like Horror Of Dracula also has appeared in some nastier Foreign stuff like Mario Bava's The Whip And The Body. Lee plays The Bloody Judge in this trashy film and it is amongst the nastiest of Christopher Lee's body of work.

Christopher Lee himself claims he has never seen The Bloody Judge due to the fact that he is offended from what he has heard from critics upon the brutality and eroticism of the films nature. The truth is that The Bloody Judge is almost a bit tame as far as Franco goes. Sure there is torture, rape and full frontal nudity on display but the director has far surpassed The Bloody Judge in bad taste on previous films and features to come. For me The Bloody Judge plays like a less violent and over the top version of the cult classic Mark Of The Devil, which would be released in the same year. Which film came first I'm not exactly sure but it is safe to say that both of these burn-witch-burn movies cashed in on Vincent Price's Witchfinder General and took it in a more exploitative and ghastly direction.

And speaking of exploitation, The Bloody Judge went under the ridiculous title of Night Of The Blood Monster in America not to be mistaken for the awful Corman flick Night Of The Blood Beast. The American title is not only a misleading title but just a bad title in general. Jesus Franco and Christopher Lee alike were both disgusted by the American distribution and retitling of the movie and I can't say that I blame them much.

Even if I were lucky enough to catch this thing on 42nd street or in some shit-hole theater somewhere I would be expecting something more like a John Ashley movie like Brides Of Blood rather then a Franco telling of the Inquisition and witch burnings.

Well they don't call em exploitation movies for nothing and for those poor unfortunates who thought they were going to see an all out monster-fest... That's just another battle scar that comes with the territory for us life long devoted drive-in movie fans and cult film enthusiasts.

Another problem with The Bloody Judge is that it runs a bit to long. In its uncut form The Bloody Judge clocks in at 104 minutes and there just isn't enough bloodletting and nudity to fill that amount of space. Instead Franco stages a battle with real cannons, horses and old time wardrobe. In my opinion it all looked a bit amateurish and seemed more like a waste of time and money from a director that we are really just waiting for the next bare breasted whipping scene. None the less it is obvious that the director was given a decent amount of money to make the film and he really tried to take it in somewhat of a respectful direction. This of course being a bit annoying to us true demento's who are looking for the more familiar Franco form of art.

On a more positive note some of the more memorable moments are a Christopher Lee rape scene, hands are lobbed off with an axe in a scene that reminded me of Guru The Mad Monk which would also be released in 1970 and hold some what of a similar plot. Hot tar is poured on the back of a naked women in true Bloody Pit Of Horror fashion. Accused witches are of course burned alive, there are stabbings, hangings and a man has his body chopped up with an axe. Of course we get some naked females and as an added bonus we have a creepy executioner running around in a spandex outfit. As I mentioned before due to the run time these scenes are bit to spaced out and I feel it really harmed the film.

The Bloody Judge is still worth a watch for all Franco fans or for anyone who wants to see Christopher Lee act his hart out in a more trashy role but still I would recommend Mark Of The Devil for a better and more grotesque time with evil fascists and witches.

The Nest (1988)

I usually love all of these silly nature gone wrong and animals attack flicks but The Nest really is nothing more then a big let down. Its the generic tale of secret government testing gone wrong but this time we are left with mutating cockroaches.

How you can fuck up a movie about flesh eating cockroaches, I'm really not sure but some how they managed well enough on this one.

A small town named North Port gets more then they bargained for when they are over run by killer roaches. The little critters sneak up on dogs, cats and humans alike and rip the flesh from the bone leaving a bloody mess where ever they go. I have to admit the gore effects are pretty good but in my opinion the film relies to much on special effects and not enough on character development or even a coherent plot which is the major downfall of the final product. Being somewhat of a gore-hound myself I enjoy the scenes of eyeballs being eaten from the victims skulls but then the movie goes into this cheesy 80's realm and destroys itself with shitty humanoid cockroach mutations and transformations.

I think I would just rather watch the Creepshow segment with the killer cockroaches. That one is good clean gory fun and holds back on mutant cat-roaches. We have way to much of this stupid shit. One scene in particular really annoyed me when a man sheds his skin to reveal that he is a giant cockroach that walks up right.

The towns people might be a bit confused because it is not The Blob that is terrorizing them but they still reach for the nearest fire extinguisher and get a bit trigger happy. I guess fire extinguishers is the weapon of choice against any form of monstrous invasion because yet again it seems to do the trick.

The Nest also comes in tact with a boring love story for a sub plot but for me the best scene shows a man playing in a dumpster as a waitress yells to him "Stop playing with the garbage". This dirty fucker meets his fate by the jaws of the killer bugs and is left dead and rotting amongst his beloved trash.

Trash is what we have here and not in a good way either. Stick with the countless other animals gone wrong flicks. This one would only really appeal to those who love dumb 80's movies where gore is king and story telling is secondary.

The Ghost Of Marquis De Sade (2002)

The Ghost Of Marquis De Sade is yet another retarded mongoloid child from director Yakov Levi (Shameless, Tasteless).

This short film is set in a girls sleepover party. The three dumb bimbos decide to hold a seance and raise the worlds greatest lover from the dead. They choose on Marquis De Sade, not realizing who he is. "He's French, he has to be a great lover. The French invented the kiss". Well these ding-bats get exactly what they deserve when De Sade pays them a visit. An all night sex-o-rama with torture and S&M.

This short film is the kind of thing you would expect your 13 year old brother to make with his perverted friends on a home video camera. In other words it is pretty damn bad and it plays like something that would come from a perverse adolescents mind but then again that seems to be Yakov Levi's thing. To make things worse the director doesn't even have the decency to show naked female flesh. Instead he has dumb broads walk around in their underwear and kiss each other a lot.

The few highlights the flick does have to offer is a broom stick that is rammed up a sleeping beauties no-no spot and comes out of her mouth. There is also a bit of torture with a hot iron but there really isn't anything to recommend here unless you have the mental capacity of a middle school student who spends more time trying to peek into the girls locker room rather then learning. Then this mind numbing nonsense might be for you.

This can be found on Shameless Tasteless : Trash Cinema From The Soviet Union Underground dvd.

A Guide For The Married Man (1967)

This is a pretty daring comedy for 1967 and its so strange to think that this sort of thing would be rated {PG}. What we have here is basically the handbook for cheating on your wife. It explains all the ins and outs and the precautions one most take to avoid being caught.

It also makes for great eye candy for all men. The boobs bounce and the hips shake as the 60's scantily clad babes flaunt for the cameras.

I can see this movie getting a lot of men in trouble back upon its release. Especially if that man's best girl has any kind of doubt to what he has been doing. Perhaps he hasn't been working late.

A Guide For The Married Man shows men as they are. Lustful idiots who usually think with the wrong head. Of course the movie also portrays women in a rather dim light but hey it was the times.
Walter Matthau plays Paul, a happily married man who just can't seem to keep his eyes off of the ladies and I can't exactly blame him because he is surrounded by hot babes where ever he goes. His wife Ruth is the perfect house wife and there is nobody in the world Paul would rather be with. That is with the exception for any women at the moment. Paul's best friend is a professional cheater and is trying to teach Paul how to have a respectable affair.

Jayne Mansfield shows up for a roll in the hay with a married man. What can be better then a one night stand with Jayne Mansfield? Well she looses her bra in the married mans home and it is only a matter of time before that thing shows up. Of course it is nice to watch Jayne shake her ta-ta's for the camera and I think just about every guy can relate with this scene. How many times has a girl left something behind in your bedroom?

That's what makes A Guide For The Married Man so great. It has so many realistic moments in it and it still manages to be funny and sexy at the same time.

Amongst Jayne Mansfield and Walter Matthau is Lucille Ball (I Love Lucy), Inger Steven's (Hang Em High), Sue Ane Langdon (It Came Without Warning), Linda Harrison (Planet Of The Apes) and plenty of other fine looking females.

This one is for the guys. Just tell your best girl that you're working late.

Black Godfather (1974)

The Black Godfather is a pretty standard run of the mill Blaxploitation flick. In fact it is pretty much a ripoff of Black Ceasar with the oh so familiar tale of a black man trying to make it to the top and gain complete control over his community.

"Community" seems to be the word of the movie. Black Dynamite  even poked fun at this "But Black Dynamite, I sell drugs in this community" because every five seconds somebody in The Black Godfather is saying "We need to keep drugs out of the community".

Aside from the "Community" reference in Black Dynamite it is very possible that the far superior Dolemite borrowed from this movie with a black militant who sleeps in a coffin but unfortunately we do not get a bad-ass motha-fucka like Rudy Ray Moore. What we do get is a old timer named Nate Williams who has been running the show in the "black community" for a very long time. Nate is a pimp, a pusher, and a dangerous man but even he feels the pressure of "the man" that is a white mobster named Tony. Nate Williams takes a youngster under his wing named J.J. and gives him some work but its not long before J.J. wants to step up to being The Black Godfather. J.J. declares war against Tony and forms a militant group with a promise to keep drugs out of... you guessed it... The community. Of course J.J. doesn't care about drugs on the street but this is the only way to gain the respect of his followers. All he really wants is to keep the white man out of his neighborhood. Tony and his boys kill Nate Williams and kidnap J.J.'s girl. This all comes together with a big shoot-out in a hospital. Sounds like Black Cesar again, doesn't it?

The Black Godfather does have some bare breasted women running about but I'm not so sure if it is appreciated. We have a cross eyed junkie played by Betsee Finlee who can also be seen in the nude in Double Exposure which possibly sports the ugliest women in cinematic history. Some of the other treats that The Black Godfather has to offer is visible boom mics. An airplane crash and burn, car chase (complete with crash and burn), gun violence, kung fu bitches and a meat cleaver is buried into an achy-breaky skull. We also have plenty of skid row junkies roaming about looking for a fix and white people are refered to as "Cockroaches". The Black Godfather has little to no social commentary but I suppose there is some sort of anti drug message in there.

If you like any sort of polish on your blaxploitation films you are probably wasting your time. The Black Godfather is not a bad time waster for genre fans but all others should probably stay away and stick to something with a bit more production value like The Mack or just go in the opposite, over the top direction and re watch Dolemite.

Hollywood Babylon (1972)

This 70's softcore smut poses as a documentary on famous Hollywood scandals in the 1920's. The basis is taken from Kenneth Anger's infamous book of the same title but I'm pretty sure this was largely inspired by the 1970 highly controversial film Hollywood Blue which showed political and Hollyood scandals alike.

About half of the film is ancient archival stock footage from the 20's showing the actual stars. The other half is trashy reenactments of the supposed scandals that went down. This of course is just an excuse to show lots of full frontal male and female nudity.

Porno star Uschi Digard shows up for some titty action but there is really nothing to save this movie from being a boring drooler. The best scene is a reenactment of Fatty Arbuckle's scandal but of course this is fictionalized as is most of the movie. Fatty is hosting his drunken house party and takes a girl back to his room where he rams a wine bottle in places where it doesn't belong. The girl dies seconds later and Fatty is busted wearing nothing but his pajama pants.

We also get drug use, some lesbian action, a nymphomaniac who takes on the whole football team in a sleazy gang bang. We also have a sadistic, perverted film director who enjoys filming orgies and then whipping his cast members. There is a pedophile who marries a 15 year old. Oral sex, murder and it is all done in sheer bad taste.

This one offers nothing new. Another tit flick from the golden age of trashy cinema. I would assume that Hollywood Blue is the better watch even though I am yet to see it. Stay away from this one unless you are a Ushi Digard fanatic or a huge Kenneth Anger fan. Even so I should warn you to be prepared to sleep it off.