Pretentious writer-director Antonio Passolini/Anthony Lovett loads this sequel to a famous (and influential) Adult movie with endless popular culture references, but otherwise his self-consciously "hip" script adds little to the sci-fi dystopia premise of the original.
Veronica Hart is a "saver", arriving late in the film with her nonpareil acting chops, playing the aged owner of the Cafe Flesh, which is no more thanks to the post-Nuclear War world losing its libido, even to the extent of the voyeurism that made the club popular.
Jeanna Fine is out to resurrect Cafe Flesh, and is fortunate enough to buy a frozen lady (superstar Stacy Valentine) from our humble narrator (well-played by scruffy Simon Delo), who found her in his job working in the city's sewers. She's a well-preserved virgin, intact and able to have sex on stage for Fine's floorshow.
Very strange costumes and sets, plus an array of pastel wigs, complement the campy approach here, and Raylene, Rebecca Lord and Sally Layd all put on hot sex shows at the club, including flashbacks of the glory days of Cafe Flesh of old. Even the famous porno makeup artist May Balleen is impressive as a topless go-go dancer during the end credits.
But the story, including the plight of sexually Positive Raylene and her forlorn Negative lover Alec Metro, is weak and poorly resolved in a rushed ending.
Veronica Hart is a "saver", arriving late in the film with her nonpareil acting chops, playing the aged owner of the Cafe Flesh, which is no more thanks to the post-Nuclear War world losing its libido, even to the extent of the voyeurism that made the club popular.
Jeanna Fine is out to resurrect Cafe Flesh, and is fortunate enough to buy a frozen lady (superstar Stacy Valentine) from our humble narrator (well-played by scruffy Simon Delo), who found her in his job working in the city's sewers. She's a well-preserved virgin, intact and able to have sex on stage for Fine's floorshow.
Very strange costumes and sets, plus an array of pastel wigs, complement the campy approach here, and Raylene, Rebecca Lord and Sally Layd all put on hot sex shows at the club, including flashbacks of the glory days of Cafe Flesh of old. Even the famous porno makeup artist May Balleen is impressive as a topless go-go dancer during the end credits.
But the story, including the plight of sexually Positive Raylene and her forlorn Negative lover Alec Metro, is weak and poorly resolved in a rushed ending.