If you look much past the surface of Little American Maid, what you’ll find is a beautifully photographed flutter of bodies and an inconsequential plot line.  It would be more apt to bill it “Maid’s Day Off,” because you won’t find any feather dusters here.  Which just goes to show it's as easy to work for a rich family as a poor one.

The majority of this film takes place in the great outdoors amid lush natura. But all you really need to know is that Little American Maid is one hot sex film. And that right at its smoldering center, giggling and wiggling her way through life, is Diedre Hopkins, who proves here that sexual persona is the real key to adult industry stardom.  In scene after scene Diedre reinvents the role of “tart,” and gives it new sexual substance.  I mean, this girl enjoys her work!  From taking on Jerry Butler, sitting on the dock of the bay, to a chrome dumb bell gang bang in a gym with Jerry Davis demonstrating the horizontal penis raise, to a lesbian picnic with Nikki Charm and Tammy Lee Curtis, and with joggers Buck Adams and Joey Silvera, the action never lets up.

Hopkin’s grand finale with Scott Irish is your average water bed-bondage-anal-dildo-Sixty-Nine-scene orgasm that will remind you of DeRenzy’s handiwork for combining the erotic with the absurd.  Forget the plot (and Eric Edwards, who is on the box but not in the movie). If you like watching sex, see this.  If you don’t… well, you picked up the wrong magazine.