A not bad sleazefest from D'Amato.
Two rather thick stick up artists rob the wrong pharmacy, which turns out to be mob owned. Fleeing La Cosa Nostra's wrath, they take refuge in a porn shop, which happens to be owned by the mob boss's squeeze. Fleeing again, this time taking the squeeze, they hook up with an associate before hightailing it to Canada.
En Route, they stop off for a spot of home invasion fun, unaware that da mob are hot on their trail, thanks to our intrepid porn shop owner leaving a note in the bathroom.
Joe D'Amato usually bores me to tears, and I find most of his films awful, and not the good kind of awful. However, this is one of his more entertaining efforts, with somewhat decent pacing, which is a rare thing indeed for a D'Amato film, for me anyways.
It's chock full of his usual sleaze, with hard core inserts, and also features an inventive way of playing pool, as well as having one of the villains being an effectively creepy sex offender style scumbag.
Not a great film, and more sleazy than exploitative as such, but still an adequate enough time filler, and for a D'Amato flick it's not bad at all, and worth a look for fans of grindhouse sleaze.
En Route, they stop off for a spot of home invasion fun, unaware that da mob are hot on their trail, thanks to our intrepid porn shop owner leaving a note in the bathroom.
Joe D'Amato usually bores me to tears, and I find most of his films awful, and not the good kind of awful. However, this is one of his more entertaining efforts, with somewhat decent pacing, which is a rare thing indeed for a D'Amato film, for me anyways.
It's chock full of his usual sleaze, with hard core inserts, and also features an inventive way of playing pool, as well as having one of the villains being an effectively creepy sex offender style scumbag.
Not a great film, and more sleazy than exploitative as such, but still an adequate enough time filler, and for a D'Amato flick it's not bad at all, and worth a look for fans of grindhouse sleaze.
- Corpus_Vile
- Aug 27, 2010