This harmless little exploitation quickie has a hardcore title attached, which director Alberto Cavallone probably used to try to bait sensationalism-hungry viewers. Don't be misled: There is nothing sexual here that crosses the line of softcore. While Blow Job does occasionally score a few erotic notes, the bulk of this twaddle is a draggy supernatural yarn that begins on a tantalizing and mysterious note (a woman gets thrown to her bloody death by a malevolent spirit) and then takes a Daughters of Darkness-like spin into supernatural lesbian seduction. This sounds better than it actually is: it lacks the Grand Guignol humor and stylistic panache that made Harry Kümel's picture such a gem. An innocuous picture, to be certain, but you aren't missing anything if you skip this.
Review of Blow Job
