Revived on Vol. 76 of Something Weird's Dragon Art Theatre series, this quickie defines stupid porn. It's much ado about ejaculation.
Not surprisingly, Marc Stevens is a co-star, he of the sloppy improvising skills. After delivering a money shot on his girl friend's face (while the soundtrack pointlessly plays "Leader of the Pack"), he discovers his semen miraculously clears up her pimples. No SPFX necessary -in these improvised films just saying something makes it so.
The duo decides to make a million marketing the stuff and try to contact Helena Rubinstein, only to discover the cosmetics magnate has passed away, so they are in contact with a ditzy offspring Sophie Rubinstein instead. The rest of the film consists of an untalented cast yammering about the film's premise, working hard to produce ejaculations and making no real attempt at the laborious "collection" process (I guess akin to what a sperm bank does) that would be necessary if in fact the old wives' tale premise used here were true. If it were true, maybe we could get a XXX episode of Trump's "The Apprentice", with teams assigned to do a feasibility study.
Low point is Stevens and Erica Eaton (as Rubinstein) arguing -it's merely filler in the art of "confrontational" improv, and totally boring.
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