The video company and commenter/shills (on the DVD-R box cover and even IMDb) tout Marsha Jordan co-starring in I WANT MORE, but that's a mistake. I didn't spot her at all. Not a reason to waste time with this junker.
It runs on Something Weird's DVD-R 20 minutes short of the AFI listed running time, with a "night club where 24 people have a giant orgy" finale missing entirely.
The segments actually present are boring and stupid MOS exercises, poorly shot in black & white, with some of the lousiest voice-over narration known to man. Released in 1970, it predicts the phenomenon 30 years in the future of DVD "commentary tracks".
Basically the gee-whiz host (who's listened to one too many Bob Newhart comedy LPs) interviews a bunch of twerps, who generally sound like one guy doing different accents and (attempted) voices. The host keeps saying "I see..." over & over, so much so that at one point the interviewee responds, "No you don't see", as the dunderhead hasn't a clue regarding the alternative life styles being presented.
First vignette is about "the performers", supposedly a couple (and the girl's sexy cousin) from North Carolina who give live sex shows to jaded home groups of voyeurs. This segment needed to be XXX to be effective, but we get instead two busty girls and a cretinous guy groping on the floor. Their voice-over is imbecilic.
Up next is an oft-anthologized segment set at an old house on Ardmore St. The motorcycle cult/commune living there is of interest only to a "gee-whiz" viewer. I found their antics of keeping a dog locked up in the refrigerator, making love in a coffin or on the kitchen sink strictly dullsville.
Bill, the no-nothing cameraman, narrates the next boring segment about a nymphomaniac hitchhiker, who likes groups of guys to pick her up and make love to her. Absent even softcore erotic content, this vignette is a non-starter.
A French artist, with a fake accent, shows us his salon where instead of tattooing (which the wall illustrations to choose from implies) he cuts and styles women's pubic hair. On the side he sells raspberry-flavored douche in a bottle. Too bad he wasn't around for those asinine Reality TV shows of late where schmos pitch their ideas for the next great invention.
Filmmakers go beyond the usual leg-pull with #5, in which a fat slob pays lesbians $100 apiece to have sex in a coffin floating in his pool. His voice-over moronically imitates Sydney Greenstreet in THE MALTESE FALCON.
Finale is really bad, group sex in a giant shower room. Film ends abruptly in the middle of this non-scene.
Premise is that we're seeing the result of a hedonistic trend of everybody today (circa 1970 that is) wanting more & more. Film is pegged to the then-popular underground newspapers with their fanciful erotic personal ads. The shill for Something Weird, an idiot named Robin, quotes the papers selling for 50 cents; the correct figure, as mentioned in the film is of course 15 cents -yes today's newbie "I'm a film historian" never lived back in the day of truly reasonable prices.
