Slit Skirts is a movie full of top-shelf sexual performances. Name your perversion and you will find it here.  It’s just a crying shame they didn’t make a movie that would hold it together.

Dispensing with the plot, a new nurse has come to work at the home for the perversely insane. She is introduced to the doctor (Joey Silvera) who shows her each of the patients. Then she gets banged at, and in the end. So much for storyline.  The script is pretty much “say what you want and moan a lot,” and the music is repetitive.

The sex, well done by a very professional cast, hits a high point when Joanna Storm seduces her brother after catching him jerkin’ his gherkin.  Joanna is young and beautiful and seems headed for super-stardom.

The most intriguing thing about Slit Skirts, aside from just what the title means, since almost no one wears anything at all, is the obvious removal of a golden shower scene from the necrophiliac sequence.  Why bother to insert the sequence at all if the salient part must, by agreement, be removed.  Slit Skirts, therefore, is an exercise in frustration for the viewer, rating four A’s for sex and a flatulence for plot. Let’s split the difference.