Writer : Probably Pachard or Raven Touchstone (neither are
credited).
Stars : Nina Hartley, Porsche Lynn, Lynn LeMay, Robert Bullock,
Rick Savage, Scott Irish, Joey Silvera, Bionca, Rene Morgan, Jon Martin.
EXECUTIVE VIDEO.
NB - Forgive me on any misinterpretations that may stem from me
having missed all the previous Pachard/Nina Hartley films with the word
"Debbie" in the title. I believe there are several in-jokes related to
these movies in this one. I, needless to say, did not pick up on them.
Anyhow, read on...
An odd little one-day wonder from 1989 and Mr Pachard, which I read
about in the alt.sex.fetish.robots newsgroup FAQ and decided to check
out, mostly in order to see the alledged robotic blowjob. Don't get
excited. It's not worth the wait.
The film opens with the main character, Debbie (Nina Hartley) sitting
at a table with Porsche Lynn, a medium, and the two of them are trying to
speak to Nina's dead ex-husband (he died in "episode three" apparently
but as I've not seen any of the other "Debbie" films I don't know),
Donald, who, apparently was very good in bed. They begin chanting and the
likes, when Porsche says that she feels a rush of energy coming through
her. It's then decided that Donald's sexual energy is being transmitted
through Porsche so they break into the predictable g/g sequence.
Surprisingly, this one worked quite well. I hadn't had a Nina Hartley fix
for awhile, and had forgotten just how lovely she is to look at. She
doesn't put an awful lot of effort into this scene (or any of the others
in the movie), really, but she just has to stand there looking pretty and
that beats most of the current lot. Porsche has a fairly nice body even
if her face does leave a lot to be desired and unfortunately she's
dressed like a complete whore in this scene. Even so, the girls go
through a wide variety of positions, including a rather nice 69 at the
end, and there's a few full body shots in this, which are always
appreciated. Both girls pretend to be more excited than they actually
are. Not that bad a scene, overall. After they've finished, Porsche gives
Nina a business card for some mad scientist named Dr Feintush. (Fine
Tush? Geddit?)
Next up we cut to some secret lab of the mad doctor (Robert Bullock)
and his hunchback assistant (Rick Savage). They go through an amusing
comedy routine, with lots of funny sound FX and Bullock hilariously
overacting on purpose, during which we learn that the doctor is planning
to build an army of robot girls called "Debbie-Units" who will possess
the greatest asses in the world and be willing to succumb to man's every
desire. He sends Rick out to get some more butts or something like this,
because two very important clients are coming in later to check out his
merchandise. While Rick's away, the Doc decides to check out a bit of the
merchandise himself and brings Robo-Bionca to life. She gives him a quick
BJ and then springs to her feet stating (in GREAT robotic monotone) "My
name is Debbie. I do dishes. I also do floors. I don't do windows.
Assholes do windows.", and they break into sex. Personally, I can't stand
Bionca, even in 1989 movies she looks ugly (nowadays she's just
REPULSIVE) and therefore I couldn't enjoy this scene. However, it does
have an interesting climax. Bionca's batteries run out half way through,
Bullock gets mad about it and ends up jerking off over Bionca's butt as
she lies lifeless on the slab. A spot of necrophilia... Almost. Nice
idea, but it doesn't really work as Bullock's putting too much into his
acting to be convincingly cumming, and it looks like it could be faked as
we don't actually see his face and his spurting organ at the same time.
This scene is followed by Rick showing the new clients in. They turn
out to be a couple of rapping arab sheiks (Huh?) played by (as we find
out later) Joey Silvera and Scott Irish. They go through a mildly amusing
slew of dialogue (not to mention some really annoying rap routines) with
Robert and Rick, before it's suggested that Scott have a go with one of
the robots. This time, Rene Morgan (Yeuck!) is brought in for his
amusement. She has a great robotic voice, but unfortunately she's ugly as
fuck. Luckily, to save the scene, Lynn LeMay (Looking gorgeous, IMHO,
with her original small tits), another robochick appears to lend a
helping hand (not to mention a helping mouth) to the proceedings, after
both girls go through the "My name is Debbie..." routine. This is where
we see the alledged robo-blowjob. Rene asks whether he wants "soft
strokes or heavy motion". As this is Lynn we know it's going to be "heavy
motion". She sucks him off briefly, but it's no more robotic than
anything else I've seen, although the voices are good. A tad
disappointing as I'm a bit of a robot fetishist myself. Anyway, things
rapidly degenerate into a standard three-way with Scott paying more
attention to Rene than Lynn (Why?!?!) and eventually climaxing on Lynn's
stomach. I love the look on her face as he does this. It's almost as good
as her one in Robert McCallum's "Jugsy"
during Tom Byron's facial. She looks REALLY worried about where Scott's
dumping his load. I like that. Dunno why. Just do.
Anyway, the robots run out of power and Scott runs away.
We now cut to Nina and Porsche entering another part of the lab
looking for the Doctor. They come across a covered-up stretcher and look
under the covers to reveal... SHOCK HORROR! It's Donald! Nina gets
excited and starts shouting and Rick comes in. He asks them what they're
doing in the lab. Nina introduces herself : "Hi I'm Debbie". Rick thinks
she's one of the robots. Now we waste a LONG time with all four main
characters going through a repetetive "Mistaken Identity" routine. Nina
explain that she's not a robot and that she's after her dead husband,
whom she just happens to have found under the blanket in the corner.
Bullock doesn't know how the body got there, just says it appeared during
an electrical storm one night (HA!), but he thinks that perhaps they can
help one another. He needs Nina to "perform" for his important clients
(as it's established that she has a better ass than any of the
Debbie-units. 'Tis true, she does) and she needs him to bring back her
husband from the dead.
So.... Nina screws Joey, while at the same time Porsche screws Rick,
("The more sexual energy going round the room, the more reliable
ressurection becomes, being the limp excuse for this one) who it turns
out isn't really a hunchback, it's just that the doctor wants him to
pretend that he is by wearing a little bit of plastic on his shoulder. In
other words, the budget of this movie didn't stretch as far as Paul
Norman's did in "The Hunchback Of Notre Dame". Joey and Nina's screw is
pretty straightforward (though not too horrible thanks to Nina's
attractiveness) while Rick and Porsche get into all sorts of weird
positions and do a lot of masturbating. In the end, Rick cums all over
Porsche's ass then (YYEEEEUUUCK!) licks it all off! Ugh! The scene
finishes with Joey cumming into Nina's cupped hands, and her rubbing his
fluid all over her chest. A bit different, but nothing special.
Next, we see that something's gone wrong with the resurrection and
Donald's body's vanished. Bullock goes crazy and suggests that Nina rush
home. "Donald might be there!" he screams as Rick sucks on the end of a
syringe in the background! She gets home to find a lump under the bed.
The Tacky Suspense Music (TM) plays as she pulls back the covers. It's
not Donald at all! It's Jon Martin, playing some kind of Mafia guy
apparently from one of the earlier "Debbie" films. He feels he's missed
out because he hasn't screwed Nina yet. So they get it on right there and
then, in complete disregard of the rest of the movie. It's not a TERRIBLE
screw, with Nina looking nice and doing a heck of a lot of vocal stuff,
pretending to orgasm. There's also a bit of romantic kissing and cuddling
half way through the scene, which is something that we don't see often.
In the end, he shoots his wad on her butt, and thus finishes the movie...
And I was expecting a coherant ending... Guess I picked the wrong type of
film, eh?
What a disappointing finale. I feel let down. There I was, thinking we
had a story going here, and then suddenly it all gets cut off in favour
of sex. This is one of the many things that I hate about the majority of
porno films. But never mind, at least most of the sex here was mildly
enjoyable, although not exactly scorching (And the scene with Lynn was a
chronic waste of resources), which is more than I can say for most of the
other stuff I've been subjected to, recently. All the sets look new, for
once and the credits sequence (manic cinematography around an eerie
morgue) looks like it's from a REAL horror film. As a result of all these
points, I'll give it a higher mark than perhaps it deserves and award (on
the Imperial scale) a 2.10.
Happy viewing!
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