Not as moronic as the previous installment, entry twelve in the soft-core series still succumbs to most of its predecessors' faults: The plots are padded and the gauzy fantasies never delve too deeply into the erotic psyche. It's sexploitation for the terminally timid. In story one, a voluptuous college professor can't stop dreaming about a muscular exchange student, whom she thinks may be sending her steamy love letters. Will ethics get in the way of a satisfactory affair or will she remain chaste but demoralized? Story two chronicles a hedonist's obsession with sex on trains. When she encounters a hunk on a chugging pail car, she must decide whether to tease or gratify him. And if they should meet later on stationery ground, would they be able to rekindle their passion without the aid of locomotion? As story three unfolds, an American in Paris spies a virginal-looking French lass riding her bicyclette through various picturesque locales. But the real-life mademoiselle may not measure up to the Yankee's idealized image of her, and knowledge of her true occupation might preclude any possibility of the two living-in-Schwinn. Each of these slight stories stretches the notion of coitus interruptus to the breaking point in these stories, softcore-meister Zalman King frustrates his characters in order to titillate his fans. The creamy pastel backgrounds and soft murmuring of the breathy performers is actually quite soothing, but who wants a restful sexual experience, even by proxy? The film ends on a low note, concluding with gibberish about the Madonna-Whore complex.
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- Released: 2000
- Rating: R
- Review: Not as moronic as the previous installment, entry twelve in the soft-core series still succumbs to most of its predecessors' faults: The plots are padded and the gauzy fantasies never delve too deeply into the erotic psyche. It's sexploitation for the term… (more)