House on Hooter Hill

Reviewed by Brian

Boobs. Big boobs. Round, succulent, big-as-your-head boobs. With the considerable cleavage spilling forth on the DVD box cover and the names "Glori-Ann Gilbert" and "Taylor Wane" above a title referring to hooters, we knew exactly where this one was going. Back to the mountain cabin in the wilds of California, back to the outdoor hot tub, and back to director Jim Wynorski's oh-so-wonderful world of big-breasted babes, where a nipple lick and a muff dive are just polite ways of saying hello.

Taylor Wane has been murdered after a hot tryst in the hot tub, and we're thinking someone should post a warning sign there as people are always getting murdered after having a splash. Her wonderfully endowed friends, Sue (Gilbert), Nikki (Bennett), Julie (Lange), Karla (DeWilde), and Samantha (Friday), gather at the cabin to grieve and find some hidden loot. Their grief over their friend's tragic demise does not inhibit their libidos, however, as they find frequent fornication to be an effective comfort. There is even a boyfriend, Ryan (Keefer), and a lawyer, Travis Wickwire (Pape), to make the rounds among the various women, adding some hetero spice to what would otherwise be a clam slamming extravaganza.

This movie is simply full of nudity and sex scenes, with one of our favorite sweater stretchers, Glori-Anne Gilbert, looking as cute and sexy as ever. There are many decent scenes, with lots of kissing and nipple play to amp up the steaminess, and the performers seem to be enjoying themselves. There are some overenthusiastic moans and groans, some obvious posing and hip nuzzling, but most of the scenes have enough flashes of heat to keep you interested. We enjoyed the table-top frolic between Candace (Woodward) and Wickwire, with its quick glimpse of explicit nudity as she coyly spread her legs and pulls him in to taste, but there is so much sex in this movie that the pure quantity is itself a form of quality.

Fans of other Wynorski titles, like the Breastford Wives and Lust Connection, will recognize the formula and know exactly what they are getting. My complaint, as always, is with the soundtrack music, which is mixed way too loud and distracts from the on-screen sensuality. The throbbing bass and repetitive beats made me feel like I was trapped in a techno club, which, to me, is like a fate worse than death. So my advice is once the dialog ends and the clothes start to fall off, turn down the volume or hit "mute" and enjoy.

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