Fringe darlings and adult impresarios-via-association Mondo Family Films have produced a feature in the name of porn that mostly serves to shamelessly exploit every bit of John Waters aesthetica that's ever been eaten off the street. Yeah-yah, bad wigs. Generic beer, cable access, trailer trash, pill-popping, requisite scary patriotic German tracks running under sex scenes. Silly props fashioned from purple velvet panties. And gratuitous references to Mondo's first venture, The Brides of Countess Recula, comprising the major conversations in the first half-hour.
Here every slogan-sporting T-shirt means ha ha; but heads don't always make it into frame, penetration shots are botched, and sex scenes roll on out-of-focus. The plot itself (our hero about to lose property to his nemesis) is furthered by improvisation, a dangerous enough proposition for seasoned mainstream actors - of which there are none in attendance. Thank God.