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Well, this might be on the motel pay per view after a long trip by yourself or with a friend who came along for the ride. I admit I skimmed a lot of it, so consider other reviews. Johnny Morgan and Serenity get lost on his grandfather's time machine, a million dollars in gold is their prize. You know you're in for a boring time when all the excitement of some pretty good scenes is just stretched out with the same closeups of the sausage going in and even Peter North as an Indian warrior screwing a squaw is milked down too long. The cum shots are dull, mostly outside the mouth, maybe because the AIDS scare peaked around 1996. The best scene had Serenity and Colt Steel who played an ancient Roman gladiator, but her attractiveness can't seem to cover up a certain coldness around her forehead. Morgan has tons a plenty of jokes to crack in the Wild West but as a porn star his hairless skin delivers average excitement.

The team that made several huge Wicked Pictures hits early in the distributor's history, like "Western Nights" and "Haunted Nights" followed up with actor Jonathan Morgan in the helmer's seat with this fitfully funny, cheapjack slapstick comedy. Dealing with time travel, it's ironically quite dated now, loaded with dumb gags and ephermal pop culture references.

For example, hero Morgan trots out his Groucho Marx impression at times and seems like a pale imitator of many a '40s Hollywood comedy for the likes of Bob Hope (see "The Paleface") or Red Skelton, or perhaps later Don Knotts.

He inherits a time machine from his late grandfather, and takes it on adventure through the ages, accompanied by lovely Wicked superstar Serenity. His search for gramps in the past comes to nought, but he brainlessly makes many an error, randomly traveling and having sex in other eras.

First up is a trip to Cripple Creek, Nevada in 1882, where redhead saloon girl Ruby has sex with the sheriff Mitchell Grant and deputy Alex Sanders. Lucky Jonathan already has received a blowjob from Serenity after she discovers he's become a millionaire courtesy of a bank book grandpa left him, which has been collecting interest since the 19th Century.

Peter North plays an Indian chief humping his squaw Tatiana in their tepee.

Morgan sets the controls for 1996 to return home, but stupidly only punches in 196 (A. D.) taking him to an encampment of Roman warriors led by centurion Colt Steele. Colt services Serenity, who is posing as Queen Nefertiti, and the silly screenplay has Steele yelling things like "In the name of Zeus", confusing Greek gods for Roman.

Next trip messes up the controls and takes our pair not only into the future but into Outer Space, where Serenity is taken prisoner on an alien rocket shop for experimental probing (rectal, that is). It's the year 2525, yes a cue for Morgan to riff on the 1969 song "In the Year 2525" by one-hit wonders Zager and Evans. Sindee Coxx gets to have a hot lesbian sex scene with Serenity, with the alien merely observing as voyeur, as he lacks the body parts to hump our heroine himself.

Next destination is prehistoric, with some stock footage of stop-motion dinosaurs, and Morgan getting to have sex with cavewomen Davia Ardell and Tracy Love, decked out in crummy wigs. Overall production values are poor. More attempts at humor including quoting "Lost in Space"'s famous "Danger -Will Robinson" line and even a painful joke about my home town, as Morgan returns home finally to Cleveland, Ohio in 1996.

Low effort results in meager results, unworthy of Morgan at his best.