Dreadfully Boring

Best movie ever!

Instead, you get a movie that's enjoyable enough, but leaves you feeling like it could have been much, much more.

The storyline feels a little thin and moth-eaten in parts but this sequel is plenty of fun.

Though the flick moves at a slow pace and contains relatively little nudity, it manages to deliver the goods with an unusually inventive script and some weird ideas and characters. The ultra-cheesy crowd of creepy heirs is completely disgusting and overacts all the way - good fun, if you ask me. And there's also some ludicrous stuff: The white-haired sicko father, for instance, drugs a teeny girl, who starts dancing while he solves her math homework and turns on the music. Enough for him: he goes ahead and rapes her in front of his son. No wonder this poor guy becomes a traumatized impotent voyeur who positions cams all over the mansion. That's why we get to see the bomb-boobed flat-tummied star Kristine Rose in a shower scene. She then takes trauma-boy to a strip club, and we get a lengthy dance performed by two very flexible ladies...and the like. Sexual action is never explicit enough and exceedingly clothed, except for the final coitus, which sports nice back-lighted closeup shots of Rose's pubic hair...alas, it's all black due to contrast. Laura Gemser just got a cameo here as usual, no nudity anymore at this age. A pity, I guess. There's a cute plot-twist right at the end, though, and I won't tell this one. More than you ever expected - probably. The title tune is haunting, the rest of the music well done, as usual with Filmirage productions. Costumes and sets: ditto. Well done, Joe!