SINS OF THE FLESH is a way-too-colorful title for the nondescript hour of porn it contains. Ephemeral junk has pointlessly been revived by two competing video outfits, on Vol. 136 of Something Weird's Dragon Art Theatre series and in a minute-longer version via one of Alpha Blue Archives' triple-headers.
Credits are phony, with the same boiler-plate of fake cast members displayed as was used for writer-director John Banks' VELVET HUSTLE (names are the same, but actual actors do not overlap). Between the two films, Banks emerges near the very bottom of the porn scrap heap.
Opening is set in an office with a desk flanked by dozens of pre-Post-It notes stuck up on the wall board -this film having been made just a year before the 3M company unleashed the real thing. Our big-dicked hero is seduced by a beauty and after a lengthy workout hires her.
Scene two is introduced incompetently by driving at night footage, leading to Cindy getting out of the shower, given an "I don't like your boyfriend" lecture by her daddy regarding one Roger. Dad's about to leave town, so Cindy sets up an orgy at home, visited by pals Liz, Roger, Ken, Joanna and Stan. After this lengthy sex bout blows over, Roger, Cindy and Liz have a threesome on daddy's fourposter.
Liz gets the bright idea of seducing dad, and so she's waiting for him alone when he arrives home, and succeeds. Their sex scene is intercut with Roger and Cindy having sex on the beach. The closest to making a point (or sense) the movie comes is widower daddy admitting after his cum shot "I guess I needed that" and then asking Liz: "Please don't tell Cindy".
A "who cares?" porn opus with a "who cares?" finish, replete with a boring lite jazz score.
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