Plot: Irving Nagy (Alan Marlow) is an encyclopedia of art knowledge, he even teaches a class on drawing the human form. While he tries to explain the nuances of technique and approach, his students have other thoughts in mind. The women who takes his class seem more concerned with the model than their portraits, which are just sketches of giant penises. He tries to keep them on task, but they insist they need a more hands on approach to the model’s figure. While Nagy refuses, it is art after all, the girls take their argument to Dean Lipshitz (John Buco), who is hesitant to allow a more physical take on art, the school’s reputation and what not. But when a student blows the nude model in front of him, the Dean’s attention grows and he agrees to let this unprecedented artistic experiment happen. But is this push for a more active classroom experience about art, or are the students just horny as hell?

Entertainment Value: This one is short and sweet, a 70s porn that gets right to business and clocks in just under an hour. While the duration is short, the movie packs in ample sex and some humorous narrative moments as well. The story is basically just a group of people having sex, talking about an art class, then coordinating an orgy. But hey, we don’t always need in depth narrative, right? The scenes where the men resist the horny march of the women are amusing too, so it all works out. The cast is capable, but no one stands out as overly memorable. Well, I remember the black girl from the orgy because she wielded a huge strap on, so there’s that. Shaun Costello directed The School for Sexual Arts and has a role in the orgiastic finale, so he is the most well known of those involved here. C.J. Laing, Ashley Moore, and Alan Marlow are adult film veterans as well, so there’s some moderate star power invested in this one. Aside from the art school angle, which isn’t that explored, this winds up as a run of the mill experience. I hoped for some wild dialogue or broad comedy, but there’s minimal time for the narrative given the short running time. Still, the movie is a passable curio for fans of 70s porn, so if you have an interest, check it out.

This movie has oral, threesomes, an orgy, and of course, a man playing an acoustic guitar while he gets a blowjob. He also plays a recorder while wearing a too short kimono, but that’s just a bonus. The sex scenes aren’t overly memorable, but they do what they’re supposed to, which is the point. The threesome scene is interesting, as there’s some nice girl on girl action involved. Perhaps the most memorable elements were a girl using a strap on to fuck another girl and a guy who keeps rubbing another guy’s balls with a vibrator. These are tame elements to be sure, but they help the movie stand out a little, which doesn’t hurt. No blood. I really wanted some wacky dialogue here, but aside from the silly artistic pretensions toward the start, there’s not much here. The performances are kind of interesting, since they have enthusiasm even for the narrative segments, but it doesn’t add up to much. Aside from the testicle vibrations and little touches of art satire, this one doesn’t paint too much outside the lines. It does just what you’d expect and seems content to do so.

Nudity: 10/10

Blood: 0/10

Dialogue: 1/10

Overall Insanity: 1/10