In case you've noticed, America has an infatuation with airheads. We love "Lucy," and we laugh at Don Adams on "Get Smart." But, as you may have also noticed, we can't take this rampant stupidity for long . . . and all those older shows are no longer with us, except in reruns. So it's with a certain sense of history that I look at Debbie, played by the lovely Nina Hartley, in this sequel to the much superior comedy blockbuster of a few month ago, Debbie Duz Dishes, and say, "please, please . . . more bouncing bodies, and just a bit less 'Mary Hartman'!"
The trouble is, Debbie looks so damn cute standing there in the kitchen with no clothes on, and you keep waiting for something hilarious to happen, but it never duz as it did in the first feature. Oh, there are enough cute moments, like when Debbie's friend Keli Richards brings her new hunk over to Debbie's to ball his brains out . . . and that's exactly what happens when Debbie lends a hand (or mouth, actually). But not before Debbie has inadvertently sold her house to him. And then there's Alexis Greco, the plumber from Debbie Duz Dishes, now playing a paramedic, who asks the $64,000 question, "who do I have to screw around here to get a starring role?"
But the funniest person in the flick has to be Jerry Butler. What a welcome change from those soggy melodramas he's been doing lately! With good direction, Butler has a real future in sex comedies. He winds up in a threesome with Hartley and Richards . . . or is it a foursome, since it also involves Wonder-Vac, the miracle household gadget of the 80's? And then there's "old number 30," which is either a poltergeist living in Debbie's closet, or another attachment for Wonder-Vac; I couldn't figure out which.
Well, as you may have guessed by now, so much happens that it's hard to keep track of it all ... but there's no shortage of hot action in this sometimes overlong comedy. Debbie Duz Dishes is better, but Blazing Mattresses won't disappoint.