The one-day wonder and what can be accomplished in a single day takes on brand new definition in Jim Enright's delightfully whacked-out spoof, Arabian Nights, a runaway freight train of laughs, sight gags, slapstick and high voltage sex.

This is the cleverest thing I've seen in ages. Jace Rocker rates a "Best Screenplay" award for pillaging the action/adventure genre so merrily, particularly Raiders of the Lost Ark in this eclectic sendup of Jerry Lewis, The Three Stooges, The Marx Bros., The Hope-Crosby "Road" pictures, Ishtar and a slew of other sources that would take as long to recite as the running of this feature. Half the fun of watching this feature is tracing the genesis of the sight gags and the one-liners. King Rootin' Tootin'? C'mon, it's The Three Stooges, but you get what I mean.

Jonathan Morgan and newcomer Steven St. Croix deserve to share a Best Acting award. Morgan and St. Croix play a pair of stumblebum private eyes in search of an ancient artifact called the Lantern of Aphrodisia which is supposed to turn anyone who comes in contact with it into a sex maniac. All with hilarious consequences, I might add. (Look for St. Croix's hysterical locker room scene with director Enright in cameo).

Morgan starts off snarling very Ralph Kramdenish but somewhere in the middle of the feature runs off his lines like Groucho Marx with St. Croix playing his comic foil to Jerry Lewis perfection. Considering the immense amount of dialogue they had to consume, I'd rate Morgan and St. Croix as giving the video performance of the decade.

The opening sex scene has The Maltese Facon written all over it as a beautiful and mysterious woman (Christina De'Oar) enlists the detectives to find the artifact and pays off part of her fee in a cowgirl hump with Morgan's fingers up her ass. Good overhead shots set the table for this enjoyable romp, and feast on it while ye may because word has it that this is De'Oar's one and only adult appearance which is a shame. She's great-looking in an Elizabeth Shue kind of way.

Sean Michaels plays a sultan who is also after the artifact. Although Michaels enunciates his lines like the fate of the western world rests on his every word, he gets to share a giggly, teasing anal scene with harem girl Lacey Rose that's rife with generous leg spreads.

Sierra, Porsche Lynn and Rose as fellow harem-ettes get to eat out one another's assholes with abandonment when the spotlight turns on them, while a D.P. scene has Michaels plugging Lynn in the hole that counts with his servant, Julian St. Jox working the other end.

The scene's finale brings professor Melanie Moore, Sierra and St. Croix together in a blistering threeway and Sierra gets to rattle off a cute free speech somewhere in this melange. Like everything else in this feature, it's so incongruous, but it works.

Director Enright has done a superlative job in orchestrating this lunacy. If Hollywood directors could ever use a seminar in guerilla film making, let them study this work as an example.

Not since Mystery of the Golden Lotus has an adult video production team really hauled out the guns and gone for a reasonably authentic comic spoof that will entertain your pants off. Retailers, if you don't support this feature, you deserve to be shot.