Fast forward review
Nobody | 08/12/2008
(1 out of 5 stars)
"Back from the dead, the FFR sleaze film review, to comment on the state of the art, I guess. Because sleaze flicks, and I'm talking sexploitation like nuns, prison women, serial killers, etc., are not only definitely non PC these days, they're also pretty much a lost art due to the lack of distribution. No drive ins left, all sit-down theaters run by global corporations, and any notion of a nudie cutie version of these things (ala Troma) made a joke by the overwhelming wash of internet porn.
Which apparently leaves one outlet left, direct to DVD releases like this, where the director is the guy running the "film company", taping an ultra-cheap vid with student actors, hoping for a few Azon sales based on including buzz words like "tortured in his basement" (and a five-star review by a friend or cast member). The result is usually not just disappointing, but a total joke.
Like this ultimate turkey, which looks exactly like some dude filmed some buds and one of their girlfriends they coaxed into getting her clothes off, which doesn't start until 38 minutes into this waste of plastic. Nothing actually happens, just some mild bondage, and the whole thing is suffused in a nonsensical soundtrack including voice overs and constant pounding sludge rock. I'm not even sure there was any actual dialogue, it was difficult to tell with my finger mostly leaning on the fast forward button.
The lesson is obvious. No, you will not discover some juicy sleaze bits in a film that cost little more than the cassettes used up taping it. Sleaze, aside from actual big-budget things like "Hostel", is pretty much dead. Rest in pieces."