A softcore cheapie most likely to generate interest among fans of Debee Ashby (who plays one of the sex therapists), but there's something vaguely endearing to be found even outside of Ashby's appeal. With so much slickness and gonzo overload in modern porn, the creakiness, natural bodies and faces (and even the clearly enhanced bodies still aren't overboard to the point of distraction), and vague air of innocence is not a bad nostalgia bout, even if the world you are feeling nostalgic for probably never existed.
You get the expected patient stories, but also an expansion into the hangups or kinks of various therapists and radio call-in hosts. As this is not the softcore world that has Shannon Tweed solving murders in-between banging her patients, you instead get a woman who makes "naughty" jokes about Lovejoy, then while off work strips down to her bra and panties to a guy that has her clean up his living room. Or another therapist whose issues are resolved by a barnyard romp with Ashby.
Other than some brief fascination at just how careful they are to avoid male nudity (a foursome with a man and three women has the women standing in front of him like a barricade), most of the "stories" work fine within the relatively genteel context. The one exception is a tale threaded throughout the movie about a man who can only get pleasure while watching his wife with another man. Moments like her picking up a guy at a grotty bar and taking him home as her husband hides behind a door, or their eventual threesome with a female sex therapist, call out for a real sensuality that is not provided.
One thing that is provided is a group called "Band of Joy," who look like they are straight out of a parody video for '80s attire, and provide a fairly catchy song over a beat that reminds me of "Shining Star." (an instrumental version of this plays in some of the company's other films, like The Awkward Customer). Don't get any ideas on their own healing as they stay well out of any of the blue content.
You get the expected patient stories, but also an expansion into the hangups or kinks of various therapists and radio call-in hosts. As this is not the softcore world that has Shannon Tweed solving murders in-between banging her patients, you instead get a woman who makes "naughty" jokes about Lovejoy, then while off work strips down to her bra and panties to a guy that has her clean up his living room. Or another therapist whose issues are resolved by a barnyard romp with Ashby.
Other than some brief fascination at just how careful they are to avoid male nudity (a foursome with a man and three women has the women standing in front of him like a barricade), most of the "stories" work fine within the relatively genteel context. The one exception is a tale threaded throughout the movie about a man who can only get pleasure while watching his wife with another man. Moments like her picking up a guy at a grotty bar and taking him home as her husband hides behind a door, or their eventual threesome with a female sex therapist, call out for a real sensuality that is not provided.
One thing that is provided is a group called "Band of Joy," who look like they are straight out of a parody video for '80s attire, and provide a fairly catchy song over a beat that reminds me of "Shining Star." (an instrumental version of this plays in some of the company's other films, like The Awkward Customer). Don't get any ideas on their own healing as they stay well out of any of the blue content.