I’m confused. This release is billed as an entry in the “Saturn Drive-In Double Feature” line, but the DVD’s main menu, which features a bizarre and rather crude animation of Code Red commentator Lee Christian’s head being flushed down a toilet, bares the title “Septic Cinema”. Even the cover itself is bewildering as it uses the exact same template as the “Burbank Drive-In” double bill of BETWEEN THE COVERS and SWINGING WIVES that was released in the summer of ‘08. What ever the case, which ever the distributor, both of the black and white beauties presented are worth a peak.

Apparently the only female within a fifty mile radius, Julie (Jamie Karson) works nights as a waitress in a greasy little roadside dive where she is constantly ogled by the diner's strictly male clientele. The job does however have its benefits. Tips are steady, you get all the stale doughnuts you can eat and it offers onsite living accommodations. That is if you consider sharing a bathroom with your slimeball co-worker accommodating. After being raped by Joe the cook, Julie leaves the diner and her previous life behind, sneaking away in the night with handsome Brad Collins (Alan Jeffory), a cheesecake photographer who promptly escorts the distraught dame to Vegas for a quickie wedding. After the ceremony, Brad jumps right back into work only to find himself one model short and therefore unable to complete his next job, or so he leads Julie to believe. Left with a deadline and no subject, he persuades his new wife to fill in for the pin-up shots, which she pulls off quite well I might add. After a long day of posing by the pool, Julie and her new beau head back to their motel room where, unbeknownst to her, Brad takes additional, much racier photos while she freshens up in the shower. After a night of marital consummation, Julie wakes up to find herself alone and penniless, having been conned by Brad who has run off with all of her money. Broke and lonely, Julie wanders the streets of Vegas where she eventually pawns her engagement ring to the tune of $7.50, and is shortly thereafter abducted and thrown into a prostitution ring. And just when you think that things couldn’t possibly get any worse…

A tall drink of water, albeit one poured into an old, smudged glass, Jamie Karson is not the most attractive leading lady but she does do a bang-up job at getting all banged up. There are several scenes where she genuinely looks uncomfortable as she is manhandled and passed around like a joint at a Grateful Dead concert. As salacious and misogynistic as the material is, displays of flesh are rather subdued, with the only breasts to be bared being those of Ms. Karson. Said scene, in which Brad takes several discreet photos while Julie showers, is however incredibly effective. I’m not sure if it’s the way Jamie is dimly lit, the way she rotates in slow circles as she bathes herself or if it’s the fact that she never actually gets wet -- it appears the “shower” effect was implemented by water being splashed onto a glass panel in front of the camera by a particularly lucky stagehand just off screen with a water hose -- but the scene works! It’s a small celluloid love letter to every smutty voyeur who tried to sneak a peak at their friend’s mom or next door neighbor in the shower. There is also a spicy little burlesque number toward the film's end that helps seal this black and white adventure into degradation with a buxom bow.