Jim Wynorski
Sins of desire

I had absolutely nothing to do, neither did that jerk of my friend (a guarantee when it comes to nonsense), yesterday he didn’t disappoint, and he goes:

“SHALL WE WATCH A MOVIE?” “NOTHING TOO SERIOUS THOUGH" I say to him...”NO GUARANTEES" he replies...

I had nothing to do... ...(Grrr)

"SOOO....THIS MOVIE THEN?" I insist...(and that I had nothing to do)...

SINS OF DESIRE... Year DISGRACE, Pardon, Sorry I meant (wrote) grace year 1992... yet I had already seen this movie, only the beginning though because I immediately found something better to do (but this time I really had nothing to do). The director is a name known to all the haters of serious cinema... such -Jim Wynorsky-, synonymous with (low) quality of genre cinema ranging from B to Z ... COBRA VS PYTHONS VS POISONOUS TARANTULAS VS BURSTING BOOBS VS ANABOLIC COCKROACHES VS DRACULA VS ZOMBIES VS ALIENS Etc... Clear??!!No??! Oh well, good for you...

So... Let's just say that this time I wanted to see it through, maybe because that despicable FRIEND of mine was there too...

A repertoire offered in abundance and without sparing, BROKEN actors (6 or 7 in total, including extras and special appearances), direction like being on a trip, actresses taken straight from the producers' beds, screenplay discarded from some Romanian porno, production financed by a pyramid scheme by the Red Cross, tits and butts galore, exteriors visibly free when the field (not speaking cinematically) is clear.

It seems that everything is the ZENITH of awful, yet all this squalor together sublimates, intriguing the poor viewer who can't help but peek (beyond time).

But how messed up was Jan Michael Vincent to make such a fool of himself?

Yes, because among the actors in this little movie is even him, for those who don’t remember, I tell you that he was a sort of Brad Pitt of 70s Hollywood cinema (Big Wednesday) and more than anyone Stradivarius Hawke in the TV show (which I adored) AIRWOLF SUPER-COPTER.

Well, the story (!?!).

Two sadomasochistic doctors set up a clinic scamming an insurance company working between (few) treatments, (many) sex, and murders to liberate, a cop and a hottie investigate, one to avenge the colleague, the other to avenge the sister.

Any excuse is good (hot) to have a screw, grotesque scenes are not lacking, two very hot girls strip to awaken (uselessly) the peashooter now shooting blanks of a (well-built) patient, the scene instead in which the two doctor spouses get rid of Vincent’s character is one to erase his glorious résumé, all the scenes featuring the bloated doctor are anthology worthy, but watch the very first scene that opens the film damn it and various Pierino and Dr. whatever else will be blockbusters in comparison...

Among the super-hot girls, special mention to the ex-Charlie's Angel Tanya Roberts who spares nothing (even a lesbian scene with the naughty doctor), also known as one of the Bond girls in 007 A View to a Kill (here really immobile).

As previously mentioned, a great abundance of tits, asses, and vulgar and gory sex scenes... Good and bad here in the end all act like tarts so...

What to say, watch it and don’t make excuses, if you go on watching, be tough men and be ashamed to have watched it to the end, I blame my friend so I’m out of this...

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