Pompous, but powerful head Greek god Jupiter Stormbringer is having trouble coping with the 20th century. He's especially upset about his current lack of loyal followers. Jupiter goes down ...
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Pompous, but powerful head Greek god Jupiter Stormbringer is having trouble coping with the 20th century. He's especially upset about his current lack of loyal followers. Jupiter goes down to earth to try and convince several mortal women to worship him by having sex with them. Meanwhile, Jupiter's fellow gods watch his faltering attempts at converting new disciples from their base way up in the heavens. Written by
Familiar NYC porn cast flops mightily in Carter Stevens' THE MOUNT OF VENUS, an overwritten travesty purporting to be a XXX comedy.
Jamie Gillis stars as Jupiter, Roman god whose appellation of The Storm Bringer is meant to be hilarious as cheap on-SPFX lightning and thunder are interspersed with the narrative. The IMDb synopsis for this film, written by a notoriously untrustworthy shill, refers to Greek gods - I guess "you seen one god you seen 'em all" applies here.
The Roman gods including Juno (Georgina Spelivn, wasting her time), Venus (lovely Kim Pope) and Mercury (Eric Edwards in modified Keds) are assembled not on Greece's Mount Olympus but rather the title location, which in typical dumb-pun porno fashion is lifted from its true sexual meaning for mound of Venus. Otherwise, Stevens' collaborator screenwriter "Merry Seaman" shows off her pointless research at every turn, trying to use mythology as a springboard for porn humor - a fruitless effort.
Chief gimmick of Gillis appearing on Earth to have sex with various women in order to convert them into followers of his now-lapsed religion is very poorly executed by Stevens. His horribly chintzy sets, whether a cheap dorm room on Earth or wispy "clouds" up on the Mount, are matched by nonexistent SPFX. Gillis changing into other people or a bull is unconvincing and merely stupid, as is his pompous performance which Stevens has the temerity to roundly criticize in the DVD's interview bonus material. I wish the brain-dead interviewers for these now-mandatory extras would put some tough questions to the filmmakers, instead of consistently acting as their p.r. team.
Coup de grace is this atrocious film ending with a freeze frame of Jamie slipping a finger at the audience, summing up the filmmaker's condescending attitude eloquently. I would counter this to "Carter" -find me one good movie among your roster of '70s clunkers, leading up to the embarrassment of ending your career trotting out dozens of abysmal fetish videos with titles like ALL PAIN, NO GAIN and BENEATH MY HEELS.
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