Review

Start with two naked guys in togas and an Exorcist-like voice saying “Look at that slut”, whilst a strobe light hides bad camera pans to their genitalia. PBS has really gone downhill recently.

Cut to a really badly (and I mean terrible) dubbed domestic between Marylou and boyfriend Strawhouse. Marylou is a total slut bitch, leading men on left, right and center. Four of her tricks have had enough and decide she must make the ultimate sacrifice and drown her in the bathtub. (Hey guys, calm down! Pop a chillpill!)

In a Victor/Victoria and Heaven Can Wait meets Devil in Miss Jones way she is allowed to return to Earth, but in the body of hunky gay man Kevin Kline (not "the"). "I have a dick!" "How the Hell do I look?"

(What, no "I really hate my hair and want to go shopping"?)

Stop right there. Let’s get a few things straight: The dubbing is terrible. Imagine Macaulay Culkin dubbed by Lee Marvin and Dame Maggie Smith dubbed by Olive Oyl. Our community theatre voice-over-artists first language isn’t even English. And the box should carry a strobe-light warning for epileptics.

And why turn a man-eating slut into a gay man? We’re even worse! At least you get a slut’s phone number. By the way - on the box she’s called Marylou, in the film she’s called Fiona and in reality she’s probably called Hildegaard. I like Marylou best.

The previously booked (Marylou liked to plan ahead) nude cleaner (Tribeiany) arrives as scheduled and Victor/Victoria decides to give the new body a test-drive. At least the penis works, and fucks like a bandit, much to the cleaner’s joy. Also in there is Les Devil as a horned leather, err, devil... invisibly jerking off over them.

Elsewhere our murderous foursome (Strawhouse, Bull, Flower and Tank) celebrate a job well done with bubbly and anal sex. What no remorse? Guess they didn’t need a vagina in the first place, the way these guys go at each other. Mind you, they are Europeans - they’ll fuck anything with a spinal column. Kline (still in Marylou’s pink slip - hold the TV fantasy) watches from behind a screen (who’s place are they at?) and bad memories are stirred up as he faints into an erotic dream featuring Diablo (enough with the bloody Satanic names; Jerry Falwell hates us enough as it is) who shows Kline the pleasures of being versatile in a very hot deep-kissing deep-probing inventive scene, ruined only by the inclusion of Cruella Deville’s Dalmatian skin sheets. But didn’t Kline used to be a woman? Guess he’s impressed that now men can find his g-spot.

Back in reality, the nude cleaner has returned to the apartment (actually “owned” by Strawhouse). He seduces our relaxing murderer who thanks him with a hot session on the green sofa.

The male Marylou plans revenge (if the ominous music is anything to go by), seducing one of his murderers poolside. This angers the gods and they send Saxon to intervene. Turns out Kline’s too scrummy to turn down so he throws himself straight in, jumping up and down on Kline’s heaven-sent cock. Pretty soon they’ve all jettisoned their torpedo loads onto Tank’s six-pack.

Finally God himself (yummy Edge) does a hot solo for our amusement and the credits roll. I guess Kline decided to fuck-forgive-and-forget, which is a shame, because I wanted a I Spit on Your Grave-style revenge. Oh well, maybe they’ll make a sequel.

A great effort from the team at GAI. Intentionally and unintentionally hilarious, the production values are first rate, with the same high quality guys you’d expect from one of their releases.
-Froufrou A. Gogo