Four decades ago porn parodies were actual satires, rather than the horrible ripoffs that pass for same today. This takeoff on the venerable comic strip is silly, but has its moments and even tries for topical messaging believe it or not.
Welles in a black wig plays Mata Hari, who ends up adopting the (gender-switcheroo) orphan Sammy, he of the red curly hair, engaging personality and active cock. The concocted plot concerns stolen microfilm for a formula that promises to change garbage into oil, the crazy scheme of Daddy Sawbucks who proudly has cornered the market on garbage in hopes of saving the world from the venal cartel of Arab oil sheiks.
Not much has changed since the '70s, except that the Earth Day fervor has been subsumed by the political swing to the right across the globe. But the prevalence of garbage (not to leave out plastic filling the oceans and nucelar waste in search of a home) makes this goofball movie seem timely, beyond its silliness and emphasis upon sex.
C.J. Laing as Mata Hari's maid is wasted, in that no huge cocks are presented to her to demonstrate her vaunted deep throat skill. Jamie Gillis is on hand to service Welles, who gets to show her blonde hair in an erotic fantasy of hers parodying Valentino in "The Sheik". Andrea True, who had already crossed over with the disco hit "More More More" before this film was released, plays a Belly Dancer in league with Welles who get some solid sex scenes. Kim Pope is sexy and amusing as a mannishly-dressed executive working for Sawbucks.
