Fantasy Fever

Creativity is absent when the filmmaker chooses "Bob Ray" as his moniker (may the wonderful radio comedy team rest in peace). FANTASY FEVER suggests the nothingness that was once thought to be the fate of these porn quickies, until an unexpected new market (video) opened for them decades after the "watching people f*ck on a big screen in public" phenomenon died.

Picture opens with Mr. Big calling in his secretary Pam to have sex. He's played by a Shaun Costello lookalike, not the great man himself. The blonde sucks him off listlessly (so right away we know we're in for an hour of bad road), and then goes home to complain to her gal pal.

On her own time, Pam masturbates in the shower and then goes to bed where she masturbates some more. After chores, her pal goes upstairs and has lesbian sex with Pam, then they plot revenge on the boss.

Bob comes to visit, for an instant threesome. They are interrupted by the arrival of a recognizable face, Herschel Savage, with Jackie in tow (she's a cute Cyndi Lauper type before such a type existed). Hey, it's party time as they now have a quorum for an orgy.

The boss phones, insisting that Pam work on her day off. Savage give Pam a ride in his Mercedes and offers her a secretary job, freeing her from the tyrant. The boss visits their home, and Jackie plans to get even. While Pam is humping Savage in the open air (and we hear a stray dog howling on the soundtrack) Jackie seduces Mr. Big and then ties him up. Pam comes home after her Savage tryst and whips the boss with a belt, while Jackie takes incriminating photos.

That's about it for a rather stupid combination of mistreating women and then getting a comeuppance, a porn concept so old it goes back to the Silent Era. Bob Ray, whoever he was, joins the legion of "I don't care, why should I try" filmmakers, who unfortunately outnumber the sincere ones in show biz.