Whee, doggies! With its cheesy sets and lowbrow woodshed humor, this version of the perennial TV show-turned-semi-hit film more closely resembles "Hee Haw" than the actual "Beverly Hillbillies". Jonathan Morgan's patriarchal (non-sex) performance as Jeb is more Walter Brennan than Buddy Ebsen, but he's quite amusing as he misreads Ed McMahon's "personal letter" which promises him twenty million in dead presidents. In two fine character bits, Dyanna Lauren alternates between playing Granny and Ellie May; as the latter she nearly burns down the barn as farm-hand Brad Armstrong fingers her butt, humps her 'til the cows come home, and unloads on her quivering pussy. Unfortunately the vid never peaks with this heat again.
Sliding downhill faster than a greased pig, no lame excuse is spared to contrive the remaining sex segments. Jeb packs up the kinfolk, and moves to Bever-lee, hoping to get Jethro (T.T. Boy) and his hefty "endowment" into the porn biz. Nos if there ever were a role T.T. was born to play, dumb ol' Jethro is it, and T.T. acquits himself like a lab monkey on the loose. Yet T.T.'s energetic thespic ruminations overshadow a few tame sexual encounters; a standing fling with incomprehensible Beatrice Beatrice Valle and a three-way with "Drywell" the banker (Terry Thomas, who has a slightly better scene with delectable Nikki Shane) and Lita Dodge, who appears to resemble the vehicle of her namesake. The box, with Lauren and Armstrong, looks attractive enough, and will undoubtedly draw customer interest if prominently placed.