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San Francisco hooker Angel (redhead Phaedra Grant) is a confident strutter with street-savvy and cool to spare, but despite that gets caught up in a convenience store robbery that transforms into a high speed chase with her riding shotgun in John Leslie’s off duty cop car. This is, bar none, the greatest car chase action spectacular in classic porn history. I’m talking thrills, crashes, blowjobs, a pounding soundtrack, and a motorcyclist that rockets off his bike, flies through a window, and plops right on top of a humping couple! I don’t know who director Paul Levis was (this is his only credit), but given his use of stuntmen and the professional look of this movie, I would not be surprised to find out that he was a non-porn filmmaker working under a false name. Despite this set-up, that is where the coherency and anything resembling a straightforward narrative quickly end. The robber is played by Jon Martin (credited as Jerry Smith), and we later witness him having a bunch of sex, which turns out to be with John Leslie’s horny wife (Eileen Welles as “Constance Penny”). Then some random woman (Paula Brown) dances around and has fantasies about being on a merry-go-round before having some sticky lesbian fumblings with Lisa Sue Corey (credited as Sylvia Rodgers). Before you know it, their orange velour bedspread turns into gold chrome (???) and they do a sexy dyke dance in front of a big mirror. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any weirder, now we’re in a glittering discothèque full of naked people and mannequins, and a black funk band on stage in Kiss-style face paint jam out a ditty called “Disco Daze” while getting their weenies nibbled by Desiree Cousteau and Andrea Lange! As hilarious as this is, it doesn’t hold a candle to what is about to transpire, as the whole scene becomes a synchorized dance number! Yep, the band breaks into their big dancefloor hit “Suck on my cock” and all the dudes line up with their dongs out and stomp towards the thrilled gals, who crawl on their knees and gyrate as dick pistons into them perfectly in time with the ridiculous music.

The well-rehearsed line-dance coitus choreography is hardly Busby Berkeley quality, but the bubble/smoke machine and laser light show certainly put a seventies version of him in mind. Clearly the people who made this charming nonsense had a fucking blast making it, and its enthusiasm is certainly contagious. This is the movie you bust out for friends who want a good example of why classic porn is so fun. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0123540/