You know what you're getting when the auteur pornographer credits this on-screen as "a John T. Bone sleazy low budget film". Well, he lied about the film part -it's strictly a video shoot & release, but the amusing results are well worth sampling.
Tracey Adams is simply terrific, both in the sack and stand-up (comedy that is) starring as Bimbo-san, the nefarious leader of a pretty fake group of Oriental women out to conquer the West. Highly irreverent script, credited to "Guy Strangeways" (a Britishism, hiding an obviously talented though ashamed fellow) is very amusing, and Tracey's ability to sell a bad joke and react off of one puts overpaid hacks like David Letterman to shame. (And I'm not kidding -just watch her performance.)
Randy West as Prof. W*nk (yet another Britishism, perhaps Brit director Bone/Bowen was the shy screenwriter) is mounting a one-man campaign to combat what he perceives as a "yellow peril". As the leader of the plot, Tracey, in a humorously bad wig from Ricky's, fake white Geisha makeup on her face and sporting a funny fake accent and mangling vocal style (r's and w's for l's), kills W by first cutting off his air supply with her beautiful, big breasts, then pummeling him with karate chops from same. But W*nk gets his sexual satisfaction, almost worth it.
Two dumb cops (or detectives) doing a bad "Dragnet" cross-talk impression get on the case, well-played by Robert Bullock and Randy Spears. (Later on Bullock can't resist switching to a bad Inspector Clouseau impression.) They find a six-feet-long chopstick sticking out of West's posterior, and trace it to a local Chinese restaurant Wong's, the hdqts. for the title mob of femmes.
Tracey's confederates include Slut #1 (Aja, looking good, even with silly wig), Slut #2 (Cookie Fortune, who I didn't spot, maybe this merely being a phony credit) and Dr. Chu N. Ginsberg (a Valley Girl by birth, but still the only cast member of Asian heritage), identified as hailing from Tokyo, Switzerland. They're initiating a new gal Grasshopper (lovely Nina DePonca, adding more rainbow coalition action to the cast list).
Spears, who keeps referring to the girls' language as "Oriental", is much better than usual in his deadpan performance. They have a big fight with the cops, and Bone stages it as a "Batman" TV series comic strip affair, with lots of pop art "pows" and "whams", and just flash cuts of people gesticulating or contorting, a funny substitute for real action (see the collected work of Bob Chinn for how NOT to stage fight scenes in porn). This over-long sequence ends naturally in an ecumenical orgy.
Adams eventually admits defeat, and ends the video aiming her Bronx cheer raspberry directly at the viewer. She is hilarious throughout -perfect timing, right down to a pantomimed "I don't write this" aside mid-way through. Even the running gag of a gong interrupting her every time she launches into a dumb "Confucius Say" type aphorism is so bad it works.
Bone, who directed several erotic classics including HINDSIGHT (my fave of his) as well as complete trash (the various gang-bang stunt videos as well as more recent ephemera as Chloe Jones in YOU DON'T KNOW ME (not listed in IMDb for some reason), made four of these wacko comedies scripted by Strangeways. I don't know whether to hunt for the others or quit while I'm ahead.
Tracey Adams is simply terrific, both in the sack and stand-up (comedy that is) starring as Bimbo-san, the nefarious leader of a pretty fake group of Oriental women out to conquer the West. Highly irreverent script, credited to "Guy Strangeways" (a Britishism, hiding an obviously talented though ashamed fellow) is very amusing, and Tracey's ability to sell a bad joke and react off of one puts overpaid hacks like David Letterman to shame. (And I'm not kidding -just watch her performance.)
Randy West as Prof. W*nk (yet another Britishism, perhaps Brit director Bone/Bowen was the shy screenwriter) is mounting a one-man campaign to combat what he perceives as a "yellow peril". As the leader of the plot, Tracey, in a humorously bad wig from Ricky's, fake white Geisha makeup on her face and sporting a funny fake accent and mangling vocal style (r's and w's for l's), kills W by first cutting off his air supply with her beautiful, big breasts, then pummeling him with karate chops from same. But W*nk gets his sexual satisfaction, almost worth it.
Two dumb cops (or detectives) doing a bad "Dragnet" cross-talk impression get on the case, well-played by Robert Bullock and Randy Spears. (Later on Bullock can't resist switching to a bad Inspector Clouseau impression.) They find a six-feet-long chopstick sticking out of West's posterior, and trace it to a local Chinese restaurant Wong's, the hdqts. for the title mob of femmes.
Tracey's confederates include Slut #1 (Aja, looking good, even with silly wig), Slut #2 (Cookie Fortune, who I didn't spot, maybe this merely being a phony credit) and Dr. Chu N. Ginsberg (a Valley Girl by birth, but still the only cast member of Asian heritage), identified as hailing from Tokyo, Switzerland. They're initiating a new gal Grasshopper (lovely Nina DePonca, adding more rainbow coalition action to the cast list).
Spears, who keeps referring to the girls' language as "Oriental", is much better than usual in his deadpan performance. They have a big fight with the cops, and Bone stages it as a "Batman" TV series comic strip affair, with lots of pop art "pows" and "whams", and just flash cuts of people gesticulating or contorting, a funny substitute for real action (see the collected work of Bob Chinn for how NOT to stage fight scenes in porn). This over-long sequence ends naturally in an ecumenical orgy.
Adams eventually admits defeat, and ends the video aiming her Bronx cheer raspberry directly at the viewer. She is hilarious throughout -perfect timing, right down to a pantomimed "I don't write this" aside mid-way through. Even the running gag of a gong interrupting her every time she launches into a dumb "Confucius Say" type aphorism is so bad it works.
Bone, who directed several erotic classics including HINDSIGHT (my fave of his) as well as complete trash (the various gang-bang stunt videos as well as more recent ephemera as Chloe Jones in YOU DON'T KNOW ME (not listed in IMDb for some reason), made four of these wacko comedies scripted by Strangeways. I don't know whether to hunt for the others or quit while I'm ahead.