After Hours films interest two kinds of customers: those old enough to have whacked off in a movie theater and porn historians. (We suspect that more of the former are trolling your aisles.)
The sex is tame by any standards. Pussy can only be seen full on when the tripod-bound camera happens to catch it. Plotting is minimal - think swingin' '70s, replete with pubic 'fros and male jumpsuits. Frankly, compared to sizzling/nasty 21st century chix, Bond's "babe appeal" is perhaps obsolete. Regardless, wistful 60-ish guys will get a big charge out of Chic 69 (actually released in 1971).
The bonus DVD is chock full o' silent, anonymous loops, which are even scratchier and grimier-looking than the feature. Their subtitles are a hoot!
Retailing: Lots of nostalgic bang for the buckaroo.