...not necessarily make a good picture.
A struggling, near-bankrupt movie studio fools the government into financing a film, for one last kick at the can. Hey, pornography is huge, disaster is huge, why don't we take part of the money and cash in on that? Enter Deep Jaws (yes, part Deep Throat, part Jaws... part mermaids?), on a shoestring budget, shot in and around a backyard pool.
I think this movie succeeds as a thin grade-B exploitation picture, and very little else. It's an intriguing and silly concept, but there's just too many plot threads and characters (a number of them are totally inconsequential) to digest. Threads seem to go down one of two ways: Infidelity, or a woman wants to star in the movie (it's both at times). I think this filmmaker's goal was to simply get as many women (and men) as possible, naked. I suppose this is where this film works. Actually, kudos to the filmmakers for getting as many beautiful women willing to get naked on camera as they did!
For a comedy, the jokes are flat (as opposed to some of the ladies! Zing!). Tone is uber-campy, however. The story really goes nowhere, and was a bit confusing. Blame the script and editing. The confusion and vast cast come to a head in the final act. A porn crew is brought in (including George 'Buck' Flower) to film ONE scene... and to mock the studio head. All the suit's concerned with are a close-up of the "hook-up," and good coverage of the "splash-down." Oh, there IS a splash-down! (Maybe not in the way you'd think).
The only thing in this movie that made me laugh every time, was whenever their studio exec was in his office, and even broached the subject of sex, out would come "tennis girl" Roxanne Brewer and her buxom nurse ("Lady Diana"). Both topless, in order to take his temperature... the "old-fashioned" way! I can't explain it. It makes ZERO sense. But it made me chuckle.
