The braindead, micro-budget sex comedy is alive and not so well in Japan. They call ’em “pink films” over there, which is just a cute way of saying “softcore skin flicks that creeps like Jason will watch when no one’s looking”. The most important thing in them is that the sex scenes don’t overstep Japan’s ban on pubic hair in films. Depending on the movie, the second most important thing is either jokes, erect nipples, feminine squeals or criticism of the west. They care about good taste about as much they care about good lighting (ie. very little). Political correctness isn’t even on the table. I think it’s somewhere on the floor, hidden under some discarded panties.
This one starts out almost funny. We have two pretty girl cab drivers. One of them makes bang-up money, the other one is your regular slacker screw-up about to get fired. Our slacker eventually figures out that the old Bikini Car Wash Company solution is what she needs. Show some leg, get the guys excited, have sex with her fares right there in the cab. Makes sense to me.
So, for awhile the movie rolls along fine as every scene plays like a self-contained comedy sketch and then—SCREECH go the brakes when it all gets serious as our slacker meets a sad sack guy. They have sex, but they spend a lot more time here flashing back together to their sorry pasts, getting closer to each other, but annoying the pants off of us. Where’d the fun go? This movie is like a party that empties out strangely early and all that’s left is you and one depressed dullard. Thankfully, it’s only about seventy minutes long.
There are two memorable moments here (and bear in mind that “memorable” doesn’t necessarily mean “good”).
There’s the opening gag, which is about the crudest sex joke since the old Hustler magazine comic strips. It’s a feminist nightmare that makes the rest of movie look tame.
Then there’s the one scene in which the two girls have a conversation as they sip on drinks. The soundtrack amplifies the sounds of the girls’ gulping every bit as loud as the dialogue. At first it sounds like a mistake, but it’s aggressively repeated through the scene. Is there some oddball “girls drinking” fetish that I don’t know about?
On second thought, don’t tell me.