If nothing else Housewife From Hell serves as an able exercise for present and past XXX performer spotting. You never know who's going to be walking through the door in this sexy and generous walloping of black humor.

Ron Jeremy plays a police detective who's as persistent and coyly intrusive as Colombo in his investigation of an "accident" scene involving a dead housewife and a live hairdryer. The bereaved husband is John Scully (Greg Bullock), a man locked in a middle-class warp. Scully works for a boss who wastes more money in a single day than he earns in a month, and his past tense wife Melissa (Lisa Comshaw) is an unkept woman who's culinary skills are better known for their crimes against humanity. Scully ends it all by tossing an appliance in Melissa's bath water (to collect the insurance) which, when added to the sum he's already embezzled from his boss, amounts to sizable largesse for his planned evacuation to Tahiti.

Enter a multitude of complications not the least of which is Scully's dim bulb next door neighbor Jacqueline St. Clair who's got the hots for him, not that Scully can keep it in his trousers for any length of mourning, anyway. The more complex issues at large here, however, are the fact that Melissa's ghost now haunts the house and Scully's conscience, and Scully's once solid alibi gets shakier by the minute, thanks to inebriated buddy. This, together, with Jeremy's nettle-some presence, and past wrongs coming back to square up with Scully, triggers an amusing seven-gun, French farce finale.

Shanna McCullough and Devonshire, together with Jacqueline, are fairly prominent players in this bright, sustained, lip-smacking little comedy; but a hawk-eye will spot Lisa Lipps and other adult film personalities, too.

High on the bare bod index, Housewife From Hell is a lovable little joy ride into the inferno.