Jim Wynorski

Another Jim Wynorski softcore jam with a super-ridiculous plot (courtesy of Steve Goldenberg) about cops trying to infiltrate a sex clinic that uses erotic role-playing to save marriages that have lost their spark. The plot is, of course, simply an opportunity for a cast of buxom, silicone-enhanced, Wynorski regulars, to roll about with each other, groaning ecstatically for no real reason. It features Glori Anne-Gibert and Julie K. Smith so that just about works as a recommendation in and of itself.… (altro)

Rick (Frank Harper) is married to the beautiful, big-breasted and insatiable Susan (Glori Anne Gilbert). This isn’t enough for Rick, however, who spends his time scouring internet dating sites and having affairs with any number of beautiful women. When Susan is murdered Rick works his way back through his many partners to try and figure out who may be the culprit. Luckily Susan's twin sister, Jenny (Gilbert in a brunette wig) is on hand to offer support. “Lust Connection” has a kind of thriller plotline courtesy of director Jim Wynorski who just about manages to give a semblance of sense and reason to the many softcore sequences. It’s all appropriately goofy, however, with little believability behind anyone’s motivations. It features the most ridiculous police investigation ever courtesy of Detective Blake (John Henry Richardson) and there is zero surprise in the final surprise “reveal”. Wynorski, however, shoots the sex sequences with plenty of practiced panache on a set that is very familiar from any number of Wynorski epics. The women are also suitably epic especially the stunning Glori Anne Gilbert and the ever-more buxotic Julie K. Smith. Also on hand are regulars Monique Parent, Avy Scott, Jodie Moore and an incredibly bored looking Chasey Lain. Overall “Lust Connection” was a fun little story and a stupid, plastic, undemanding slice of sexploitation nonsense.… (altro)

Trashy rubbish that sees the acolytes of an executed witch trying to raise her from the dead to inhabit the body of her daughter. Directed by Jim Wynorski and produced by Roger Corman with little care over story or continuity but with plenty of studied sleazy panache. This is exemplified by the towering, bosomy, evil lesbian governess, Lana Clarkson who steals the film every time she's on screen. Her night time tryst under a waterfall with sexy servant girl Maria Ford (dressed in modern lingerie) is an absolute blast. The acting is rubbish with David McCallum, as a reclusive father, looking particularly bamboozled. Trashy, sleazy rubbish with little to commend other than Lana Clarkson who makes the whole thing just about bearable.… (altro)

B-movie master Jim Wynorski serves up 90 minutes of non-stop nudity and kinky sex within a slightly nonsensical plot about a set of urban witches casting spells on each in the battle for the affections of local hunk and hotshot lawyer Larry (Larry Poindexter). Wynorski avoids horror and puts all his efforts into the erotic elements, which he delivers fairly slickly with decent camerawork and breakneck plotting. The acting is serviceable with Julie Strain aggressively pneumatic, Linda Blair subtly nutty and Rochelle Swanson moving from sickly nice to outright evil without changing expression. Michael Parks, William 'Blacula' Marshall and producer Fred Olen Ray turn up in small parts adding to the b-movie credibility. Overall this is incredibly stupid but immense fun all the same.… (altro)