Another erotic hack of the future author of “Flesh for the Beast”. Compared to the late Lord of the Thong, the erotic scenes are slightly better, but everything else is at the same low level. The plot is ridiculous, and acting can remind you of the worst amateur films. Heroes unnaturally scream, talk, sometimes even annoy with their grotesque appearance, which is not surprising - at least almost all the characters from the film "light" genre. Someone like Erin Brown (aka Misty Munday), Barbara Joyce and Ruby LaRocca have started making more decent films, others like Darian Kane, and are now working in soft porn. Debbie Rochon doesn't make sense, she's filmed everywhere she goes. By the way, Barbara Joyce and Ruby LaRocca in the future will play succubus in “Flesh for the Beast”.
Now, where did this franchise come from? Apparently, its origins are in the erotic version of Jim Winorsky's Blair Witch. A total of 4 parts, and 2 of them were directed by John Bakchus, the favorite director of Debbie Rochon. She re-started in a pile of his erotic handicrafts, but then he cheated on West, which she also obviously liked, as she then played in the erotic skittish "Queen of the Vampires", obviously, a tracing from "Queen of the Damned". Later, Bakchus began to shoot cheap horror films, in which his muse Rochon certainly appeared. In general, West and Bakchus obviously know each other well, since they have cooperated repeatedly. West's film was short-lived, but he at least left a worthy memory of the best occult horror of our days, the ability of Bakchus to shoot a worthy film cause great doubt.
In the 1990s, David DeCoto shot many typically erotic films, such as Beach Girls from Space, Blonde-haired Paradise, where the plot was obviously secondary to eroticism. However, these films are 10 times better than such talentless hacks, which are very difficult to watch, because the world of cinema is able to offer strawberries much better, where there is a plot, and erotic scenes excite. And DeCoto is not the only low-budget filmmaker who knows more about eroticism than West and Bakchus combined. Erotic crafts Jim Winorsky much more lookable, not so hulkingly made and, in principle, not a pity to spend time for one or two. This is the movie from the garbage, from which normal viewers should stay away.
1.5 out of 10