James and his 'johnson' have a strained relationship. In fact a spot of couples counselling wouldn't go astray here.
Lacking a certain je ne sais quoi with the ladies he compensates by generally being a compulsive wanker with a penchant for rhythm magazines and wonders why he can't get a date.
It's no surprise really, his dad Hezekiah is a sex crazed hick with a passion for sculpting the female form using off-cuts from the local deli and his mum is no doubt turning over in her sandy grave at the sorry state of things. As so eloquently put by Hezekiah, 'If your mother could only see you now, she'd die....again!'
Where did it all go wrong?
After a spell in New Orleans James is back at his dad's desert ranch for what appears to be a humdrum summer of chores in the company of inbreds. But as if by magic, Hezekiah's new boob-flashing, deep-throating-corn-on-the-cob girlfriend Cheryl sees rather large potential in James and sticks to him like a bee to honey (and she really likes honey). Needless to say Hezekiah ain't too chuffed on discovering the most unclandestine affair in banjo country and when Cheryl disappears into the night, things really start to get fruity...even I wasn't expecting what was to come...
We're talking Russ Meyer, John Waters, death, cheesecake, gore, grindhouse, the artistic merits of cold-cuts, a gay neo-nazi ghetto mechanic, voodoo and so, so much more. This is an outrageous tit-shaking, willy-rousing, trashy sexploitation flick of the highest order with a kicking soundtrack. Mary Carey's acting is definitely scary but then so is a night in with Mariah's back catalogue, which would you prefer? I rest my case.
This one goes out to all the wronguns. You disgust me.
As a wrongun I fully agree. I loved it. I disgust myself as well.
ReplyDeleteAs your friend I can say with all honesty, you are beyond hope. May you live forevermore in the depths of depravity and wallow merrily in your own filth.
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