A teenage rock musician masturbates gleefully and often. Way too often. One night, flying sperm escape and impregnate local women. The babies grow into an army of little creatures with the teen's head -- and libido.
D'Artagnan is on his way to join the musketeers, only to find out to his disappointment that their life is more a life of debauchery than one of heroic deeds. That is the idea underlying this film, and as far as ideas for sex films go it is a fairly good one. Sadly, this is just about the only 'fairly good' thing about this movie.
The content had not been developed beyond that initial idea and so neither d'Artagnan nor the movie are really going anywhere. To fill the minutes missing from feature film length, scenes from another film (probably an unfinished one) have been edited into this flick and are sold to the viewers as stories told by the musketeers.
On the goof side, the scenes showing the musketeers riding through the woods not only fail to show the horses (except in long distance shots), indeed the camera angle allows the viewer to spot the top of the contraption on which the saddles are mounted - and it's neither alive nor moving.
It is also noticeable that the cinematographers didn't use a dolly - in this films camera movement is always in angles, the camera never follows an action.
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