Sleaze Show, The

THE SLEAZE SHOW details the behind-the-scenes shenanigans at a suspiciously Jerry Springer-like daytime talk show hosted by Joey Sprinkle (Alex Metro), the large indoor set of which consists of a full-size trailer, a couple of lawn chairs and a gas barbecue set-up. Which is actually kind of witty, when you think about it, and sets-up the expectation that we might be getting a little bit of social commentary mixed-in with the sex action. But unfortunately, that's as far into creativity this otherwise by-the-numbers production staggers before falling back on the kind of stale jokes and listless sex that inhabits far too many a porno filler-feature.

The story begins just as the titular show does, with two guys sitting in their chairs bitching about their absent wives as host Joey prods them with questions as to where they think the ladies are and what they do all day. Moments later, the women appear and reveal that they are strippers (oh, thank goodness; I was worried they might be porn stars or something...). A catfight ensues, and later in the dressing room the husband of one woman (Billy Glide) and the wife of the other man (Ashley) hook-up to release the tension of their pent up desires. Some good camerawork that makes nice use of the room's large mirror cannot hide the fact that the sex itself is just okay. It ends with a pretty poor cumshot on her ass that feels truncated at best, an afterthought at worst. This does not bode well for things to come.

Enter Molly, the hard-working assistant producer of Sprinkle's show (Tawny Roberts), who comes home after a long day at work and discovers her roommate Sarah (another blonde beauty, Monica Mayhem) and her perpetually horny boyfriend Doug (Pat Myne) pawing at each other in the kitchen. So of course, after berating them for not getting out enough, she joins in for a countertop threesome. The highlight here is the two gimlet-eyed ladies taking turns enthusiastically working over Pat's prick with their velvety throats; it's the stuff dreams are made of, boys. There's too many dubbed moans in this scene, and once the sucking is done the fucking is dead average. Molly's shapely ass does inhale his cock quite nicely, but once again I felt a little cheated by him rewarding her admirable efforts with another underwhelming pop shot. Maybe there just wasn't enough liquids on-set for these dehydrated performers?

The next day, the show's producer Ivan (Evan Stone) finds himself a transsexual short of the quota necessary for the day's episode, so he enlists Molly to dress up and pretend she's one. The results are of course disastrous, and over dinner with Ivan later that night, she asks him to repay her by assigning the show's private investigator to look for her long-lost brother. Ivan says yes, and they seal their bargain with a kiss. With all sorts of kisses, actually, as Ivan tongue-taps her bunghole almost as much as he vacuums her coochie, and Molly pays him back with a much-appreciated throat-lube for his rigid member. Finally, a scene that generates some genuine heat, as Molly displays the kind of lip-biting and involuntary neck spasms that indicate some serious fucking is happening. Ivan bequeaths her the videos first mouthload of steaming hot jizz, and she's earned it.

The following morning, as taping of that day's episode is about to begin, Sprinkle discovers that two of his "long lost lovers" for the day's episode are holed-up in their hotel room and going at it instead of appearing on-set. No threat can separate Jeff (Frank Fortuna) and Audrey (Amber Michaels) from their carnal couplings, and lucky for us when they toss Molly and her crew people out of the room, we get to stay behind for a spectacular blowjob and some serious backdoor screwing action. She rides him hard until finally jumping off his bucking torso and engulfing his throbbing meat in her mouth, letting it deposit most of the volcanic load between her rosy cheeks before she dribbles it out and chases the oily white pool all over his crotch with her tongue. Bravo! Amber Michaels has almost single-handedly managed to rescue the entire video from the limp-dick druthers.

In another similar outburst beyond the control of Sprinkle and his gallant crew, two other "long lost lovers" (apparently a popular topic on this show, but you'd think they would have learned by now), Harry (Alex Sanders) and Marsha (Layla Jade, yet another buff blonde) start going at each other on-set. Sprinkle cancels the show before it even begins and the crew walks off, leaving us with the horny pair who delivers the flicks hottest scene. Layla does most of the hard work as she straddles Alex, who struggles to remain stable in one of those cheap aluminum lawn chairs, and she does it well. She gives really great head with plenty of fluttering tongue-play, achieves some well-balanced fucking in a number of positions (no easy task here), and takes a balls-deep anal plugging that unleashes a protein-rich ass-spraying of Alex's ball-goo. It's good stuff, and she does it all with a wicked, cock-loving smile that's sure to get the old homefires burning.

Meanwhile, in Joey Sparkle's office, Diane (T.J. Hart) proves she's willing to do anything to get on T.V. (especially after Joey points out she's filled out the forms to be any kind of guest on every possible program, from hooker to transsexual). Sparkle's happy to oblige her, and a tit-spraying blowjob later, Joey's ready to put her on the show. And herein lies the lynchpin to the entire plot, ladies and gentlemen.

When Molly shows up to work the next day, the studio and offices are all shut down, and Ivan and Joey are long gone. Seems that Diane was an undercover reporter, and her cock-swallowing was just a scheme to entrap Joey and expose the show's sleazy practices. Or at least that's what Lumpy the Teamster (Marty Romano) tells Molly outside the studio door from the back of his lighting truck, since this production ran out of either script, money or steam at this point and has to tell us what just happened instead of showing us.

Well, it turns out Lumpy is the show's private investigator, so now it's his turn to promise Molly he'll find her brother, which surprisingly enough leads us to the disc's last sex scene. Lumpy gives it his all as Molly tears into him with some ferocious fucking and sucking, inspiring him to deliver a double-barreled shotgun-blast of ball-batter all over Molly and half the bedroom set they're going at it in with a decibel-shattering victory cry of relief. Damn fine work, Lumpy!

This is a well-shot production, but for some reason the audio during "The Sleaze Show" segments is far too low, and although a studio audience is referred to by Sprinkle, there seems to be applause and other audible reactions missing from the soundtrack that would've added some much-needed oomph to these segments.

The extras include a 2 ½ minute slide show and entertaining coming attractions for three other VCA titles. There's the usual full-motion menu screens that give detailed choices for each individual scene (i.e.: oral, anal, etc.), and a well-animated star bio section provides instant access to the featured performer's scene in the film. It's a competent production, but totally average, at best, in the end.