Considering that it's a collection of seventies Kraut softcore comedies — including the infamously titled RUN, VIRGIN, RUN — I'd bet my left arm that there's not a single brain cell evident in any of them, but there's sure to be a through-the-roof quotient of charmingly awful dubbing and acres upon acres of Teutonic tits and seventies-bush, so what's not to like? The cover alone brings a smile to my face, and you've gotta love that cow's expression!
Monday, September 15, 2008
AN OKTOBERFEST OF CHEERY SMUT!
Thanks to my capacity as an internet review goon I'm occasionally sent stuff at random by companies who I guess find my name on other companies' mailing lists, and while more often than not they send me total shit every once in a while I receive something ludicrous from out of the blue. I just received this in the mail, and once I finish work on some other posts-in-progress I intend to dig into it with gusto:
Considering that it's a collection of seventies Kraut softcore comedies — including the infamously titled RUN, VIRGIN, RUN — I'd bet my left arm that there's not a single brain cell evident in any of them, but there's sure to be a through-the-roof quotient of charmingly awful dubbing and acres upon acres of Teutonic tits and seventies-bush, so what's not to like? The cover alone brings a smile to my face, and you've gotta love that cow's expression!
Considering that it's a collection of seventies Kraut softcore comedies — including the infamously titled RUN, VIRGIN, RUN — I'd bet my left arm that there's not a single brain cell evident in any of them, but there's sure to be a through-the-roof quotient of charmingly awful dubbing and acres upon acres of Teutonic tits and seventies-bush, so what's not to like? The cover alone brings a smile to my face, and you've gotta love that cow's expression!
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