The late Max Hardcore revolutionized porn for the worse and this is an example of his lucrative amateur approach. Via Gresham's law, in the three decades since bad, debased porn like his, just as the law applies to currency in circulation, has driven quality porn out of business.
He injects a snippet of a story in his lengthy depiction of himself dishing out rough sex to three actresses, notably the divine Lovette (who I felt sorry for, watching her earn some pittance at the hands and dick of this guy). Poorly staged scenes set him up as a fugitive (which he became later in real life when hunted down for violating obscenity laws) being rousted by director-cameraman Francois Clousot, who he ends up murdering to escape a similar fate from FC.
He ends up somehow in Europe where he f*cks a couple of sisters, played by Vicca (later to become a superstar) and Shelly Lyons (not so lucky, career-wise). It's gonzo porn at its crummiest.
Before deigning to put a "The End" card up, the last four minutes ot the tape have Max smoking a stogie and pontificating excruciatingly about how to protect oneself from AIDS (about as useful as Trump's famous suggestion that injecting Clorox in one's body would fight Covid-19), incredibly misogynist ranting (all defensive given his behavior) about women which he thinks is constructive (for example, No doesn't mean No to Max -you simply have to talk 'em into it) and plenty of self-praise about how successful he is and how much imitated.
He injects a snippet of a story in his lengthy depiction of himself dishing out rough sex to three actresses, notably the divine Lovette (who I felt sorry for, watching her earn some pittance at the hands and dick of this guy). Poorly staged scenes set him up as a fugitive (which he became later in real life when hunted down for violating obscenity laws) being rousted by director-cameraman Francois Clousot, who he ends up murdering to escape a similar fate from FC.
He ends up somehow in Europe where he f*cks a couple of sisters, played by Vicca (later to become a superstar) and Shelly Lyons (not so lucky, career-wise). It's gonzo porn at its crummiest.
Before deigning to put a "The End" card up, the last four minutes ot the tape have Max smoking a stogie and pontificating excruciatingly about how to protect oneself from AIDS (about as useful as Trump's famous suggestion that injecting Clorox in one's body would fight Covid-19), incredibly misogynist ranting (all defensive given his behavior) about women which he thinks is constructive (for example, No doesn't mean No to Max -you simply have to talk 'em into it) and plenty of self-praise about how successful he is and how much imitated.