A creepy voyeur runs around Las Vegas spying on various copulating couples. Well, that's about it for the skimpy story, but what this grungy item lacks in plot it more than compensates for in sheer gets-under-your-skin foul and grimy sordidness: The crude cinematography, seedy locations, grainy 16mm film stock, sparsely used score (no music plays while people are doing just what you think), and the seemingly improvised profanity-ridden dialogue all give this nasty little number a pervasively seamy quality. Moreover, the couples are a real mixed back: The first angry pair insult and curse each other out with frightening ferocity (the guy tells the gal her vagina smells while said gal threatens to backfire in his face!), a homely, yet enthusiastic tubby guy gets down to business with a buxom, but bored blonde hooker wearing gold boots in a motel room, and two young folks engage in extremely sweaty'n'strenuous coitus only to have the girl's mother show up at the most inopportune moment. Sure, it's pure filth, but those who like their porn raw and dirty should get a slimy kick out of it.
Review of Peeping Tom
