X
More like XXX for Gen X.
Entrepreneurial titty bar owner hears about the newfangled VHS and wants in on this business. Debbie Does Dallas was a hit! His girlfriend and another employee are the talent, the penis is provided by a well-hung Black friend, while the director is some college student, who brings on his church mouse girlfriend/sound technician.
Instead of staying in their home state, they cross state lines, rent some chalet on a farm and go to town there. The director is some artiste, he heard all about ‘em avant garde directors from France, but he’s doing a porno. His girlfriend does not approve, particularly being dragged into this under false pretences.
The landlords are some creepy ass old couple, where the guy served in World War One, making him about 90 years old. That tracks, their view on sexuality is really from the last century (XIX). He rents the place anyway.
They do the deeds, capture the film, but the landlady lurks about in the shadows, watching those young bodies in the throes of passion, making herself horny. The husband doesn’t seems to get intimate with her since the Eisenhower administration, she lusts for a dick.
After the first day of filming, they can rest for a while, and pass the time by talking about the relationship between sex and love. The church mouse stared at genitals all day, and seems to flip on the sexual liberation question, even with her crucifix hanging around her neck.
They all agree that it’s just a job, so she proposes filming a scene. The director is horrified, he eventually mentions his girlfriend is “not like the other girls”, which enrages the other guy. She eventually films her scene, but keeps her underwear on because Jenna Ortega was probably a minor. The director does it but takes a long bath afterwards.
The old people are horny, so they decide to kill their tenants and dump their bodies on the gator pond they keep in the back, since Psycho also had that part where she dumps the car in the water. That film is referenced by name, in case you didn’t get it.
The guys stroll around naked or with revealing underpants, they are killed off quickly. The girls take a little longer to kill off since they run. But it happens, in convoluted set pieces.
The final girl is the coked up, fame hound. This is not Boogie Nights, but there are cocks in this. When they are attached to live bodies, it’s usually seen as silhouettes. This is yet another example of hagsploitation like The Substance, but even more sexualized.
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