Hand of Pleasure

Brainscan's comments:

Grindhouse movies are like crab cakes: the best ones have only enough other stuff to hold together the main, tasty ingredient.  And for grindhouse movies the main ingredient is nekkid babes.  In that context, The Hand of Pleasure is a good movie of its sort.  The plot, if we might call it that, consists of very little more than briefly introducing a character or a situation before someone gal, somehow gets her clothes off.  In a bit more than an hour's running time, Hand gives us a seven-minute-long stripper performance (by the bovine Roxanne Brewer) and five lengthy sport-humping scenes by Maria Arnold, Wendy Winder and Terri Johnson.  Maria and Wendy do guys - they wind up killing two out of three by sucking the precious bodily fluids right out of them - and they do gals (they do Terri).  The guy they fail to kill is Terri's beau and, out of revenge or sheer survival instinct, he fucks them into a coma, or to death - the movie is not so clear on this point.  Terri's character is sort of, kind of odd, in that she starts out a professional sex worker but winds up (very quickly) romantically attached to her fella, which I suppose is as likely as winning the lottery or getting eaten by a grizzly bear and a regular bear on the same day.  No matter.  There is T and there is A and there is B and nothing else that happens gets in the way.  I should add that Terri and the guy playing her boyfriend clearly did the nasty for realsies at least once.  She's on top, grabs his johnson and positions the little fella so that in it goes.  No one bothered to edit it or hide it so you got to figure it was a calculated maneuver.  BTW, the title is the name of a character who wears a mask and likes to listen in as Maria and Wendy drain guys of the will to live; he does so by way of a listening device the NSA has probably tried out a time or two.