Body Parts is not a good film, but it is an entertaining one if you enjoy low-budget trash that doesn't take itself too seriously. A tongue-in-cheek murder mystery with a silly supernatural slant and more gratuitous female nudity than you can shake a g-string at, the movie stars Dick Monda as police detective Otello, who is trying to find out who is responsible for the murder of staff at a Los Angeles strip club, and of a couple of hookers at a nearby motel. His investigation leads him to employ the services of psychic Jacoby (Clement von Franckenstein), who believes that an ancient Egyptian demon is somehow responsible.
With much of the film spent on police procedure, Body Parts could easily have become very boring, but writer/director Michael Paul Girard throws in enough silliness and sexiness to hold the viewer's interest: a very dumb on-foot chase scene sees those involved having to watch their step as they cross a backyard littered with dog poo; a virginal Iowa college boy videotapes his threesome with the soon-to-be-dead prostitutes; sexy Marilyn Monroe lookalike Debbie (Teri Marlow) seduces Otello, leading to a silhouetted sex scene set to the strains of Bolero; Debbie also seeks sexual satisfaction from a TV repairman, her trusty dildo, and a chihuahua called Pee Wee, and fellates a lollipop; and psychic Jacoby sniffs a pair of Debbie's panties to help him in his work. And let's not forget about the countless strip routines that litter the film, with fake boobs, real boobs, big boobs, small boobs, and tight buns aplenty.
6/10. As I said, it's not a particularly good film, but it is a fun one.
