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.
Reviews
2 Reviews
TV Funhouse
(2000–2001)
So glad it was canceled
18 November 2013
Warning: Spoilers
Warning: Spoilers may follow!
This was a sick program for sick, desperate people with juvenile mindsets and a 12-year-old's adoration of anything dirty. The Anatominals Yogi Bear parodies on SNL were about as low as that program has ever sunk - so low that in jest, the creators brought on an animated Lorne Michaels to provide a tongue-in-cheek apology for the baseness of the sketches. Ho ho ho. But by that point, the jig was up - they had already gone an extra mile by creating a whole spin off series that upped the disgusting quotient to an unseen level, with characters eating poop and cuddly animals (only puppets, mercifully) exploding and showering the studio with their "innards." Fortunately, not enough viewers dug it and the series lasted only one season - proving that most viewers do in fact have standards. As for those who think the creator of this is a genius... news-flash: the adults-only puppet gimmick was hardly novel at the time; it was done more imaginatively by Peter Jackson in his Meet the Feebles, and over a decade before that, by Gerry Damiano in his X-rated puppet feature Let My Puppets C--e.
This was a sick program for sick, desperate people with juvenile mindsets and a 12-year-old's adoration of anything dirty. The Anatominals Yogi Bear parodies on SNL were about as low as that program has ever sunk - so low that in jest, the creators brought on an animated Lorne Michaels to provide a tongue-in-cheek apology for the baseness of the sketches. Ho ho ho. But by that point, the jig was up - they had already gone an extra mile by creating a whole spin off series that upped the disgusting quotient to an unseen level, with characters eating poop and cuddly animals (only puppets, mercifully) exploding and showering the studio with their "innards." Fortunately, not enough viewers dug it and the series lasted only one season - proving that most viewers do in fact have standards. As for those who think the creator of this is a genius... news-flash: the adults-only puppet gimmick was hardly novel at the time; it was done more imaginatively by Peter Jackson in his Meet the Feebles, and over a decade before that, by Gerry Damiano in his X-rated puppet feature Let My Puppets C--e.
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