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 ... See full summary »
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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
Pompous, but powerful head Greek god Jupiter Stormbringer (hilariously overplayed with lip-smacking zany zeal by legendary 70's hardcore cinema stud Jamie Gillis) is having trouble coping with the 20th century. He's especially upset about his current lack of loyal followers. So Jupiter goes down to earth to convert several female disciples by having sex with them. Meanwhile, his fellow gods watch Jupiter's faltering attempts at making new believers from their base up in the heavens. Director Carter Stevens, working from a totally inane script by Merry Seaman, pitches the cheerfully silly humor at an extremely broad level and crams this film with wall to wall raw'n'raunchy sex which runs the gamut from steamy lesbianism to straight copulation to the inevitable climactic anything-goes wild mass orgy. The cast of familiar 70's porn film faces rates as a major asset: Gillis is an absolute hoot as the bumbling Jupiter, the scorching hot Georgina Spelvin burns up the screen as the perky Juno, ravishing blonde looker Kim Pope makes for a delectable Venus, Kevin Andre joyfully hams it up as the effeminate Bacchus, and Eric Edwards is pretty funny as a fey Mercury. Barbara Carson is likewise quite sidesplitting as zonked-out druggie Caroline and the adorable Chris Jordan has a cute bit as the daffy Sally. The loopy score alternates between cornball ersatz Greek music and more typical sleazy grinding stuff. Bruce G. Sparks' grainy, no-frills cinematography gives the picture an appropriately grungy look. The jokes ate admittedly dumb and crude, but still get big laughs just the same; Gillis's closing line in particular is simply priceless. The lovably cheap sets and chintzy (far from) special effects further add to this movie's rinky-dink charm. A real riot.
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