Someone must have been munching on magic mushrooms more like to come up with the awesomely arbitrary plot to this glossy Pasta Porn video. Though attributed to Francis Carrello, also responsible for the Nikki Andersson vehicle PATHOS, the presence of usual suspects such as Dan Slonisko and Kathleen Stratton on photography (terrific job, by the way) and editing respectively seems to suggest the involvement of the late, questionably great Joe D'Amato at some stage. Credited screenwriter D'Salvo was believed to be a latter-day hardcore pseudonym for Poppa Joe until he continued to make porn long after D'Amato had deceased with flicks like PECCATO ORIGINALE and EUPHORIA, not to be confused with Brad Armstrong's excellent epic bearing the same title. This initial suspicion was lent credence by the movie's momentary take on Zalman King's WILD ORCHID. D'Amato had managed to plunder just about the entire King back catalog for lazy variations of varying explicitness, his soft-core 11 DAYS, 11 NIGHTS ripping off 9 AND A HALF WEEKS the most accomplished of a sorry bunch.

Bossy corporate bitch Anita Blond (paradoxically a brunette here) has her eye on some revolutionary virtual reality software. In hot pursuit of company director Mike Foster, who fled to Switzerland just as his signature was needed, she leaves her voluptuous assistant Erika Bella in charge. That's the straightforward bit, taking up the first ten minutes or so. Subsequently, every semblance of narrative logic flies out of the window as non-sequiturs begin to pile up. There's an apparent stalk 'n' rape of the bountiful Bella (star of D'Amato's PAPRIKA) blending into Anita's consensual caper on the plane, neither ever referred to again. Influences range from such obvious contenders as Andrew Blake and Michael Ninn, both of whom were being aped all over Europe at the time, to far less likely candidates as David Lynch andGeorge Pal ? Leading man Karim, as a shady playboy of frankly unintelligible intentions, turns into Tom Thumb for one Mondo Bizarro sequence that's sure to leave your average video voyeur scratching his skull in disbelief.

Now I may be a twisted son of a gun well, there's no doubt about that, actually but this flick's pig-headed persistence to fly off on a radically different tangent at the drop of a bra (giving the impression of being cobbled together from a number of discarded projects) won me over in spades. In true, yet probably unintentional, anarchist fashion, anything can and frequently does happen. On top of that, you get to see some of the globe's finest females hey, this is Euro porn, after all discard their duds and making members disappear in all three therefore intended cavities. Turns out Capra was correct, sometimes it really is a wonderful life !