Barely worth remembering, SEX MACHINE (or, as its onscreen title reads, SEXMACHINE) is a largely desultory loop carrier from Marathon Films, usually responsible for much more engaging product. (The playful hardcore horror GAYRACULA and the infamous BORN TO RAISE HELL number among their better offerings.)
Bucking expectation, the instrument of the title is not a man but an arcade peep booth, around which a couple LA clones cruise each other while watching films. There's a short early section featuring Jack Wrangler and another with one of John Holmes' famous solo loops, but the majority of the runtime is occupied by a mustachioed couple running through the gamut of the gay KAMA SUTRA. Unfortunately, the lead guy has a giant bushy mustache with a strange white patch that was a complete turn-off for me, though by objective standards he's more than proficient at sex (not to mention sufficiently endowed!). After the two guys at the peep machine get each other suitably horned up, they head out back and consummate their relationship.
There's little to say about a film like this, which, like its namesake, is an efficient and mechanical tool for delivering sex and nothing else. It's fun getting the glimpse of Holmes' loop, which I had heard about but never seen, and more Jack Wrangler is always welcome, even though his presence here is so minimal it constitutes more of a tease than anything. Really the best thing I can say about the film is that it has a great, throbbing soundtrack full of purloined disco deep-cuts. Throw it on in the background and the audio alone may get you in the mood. The film, by contrast, is purely mechanical.
Bucking expectation, the instrument of the title is not a man but an arcade peep booth, around which a couple LA clones cruise each other while watching films. There's a short early section featuring Jack Wrangler and another with one of John Holmes' famous solo loops, but the majority of the runtime is occupied by a mustachioed couple running through the gamut of the gay KAMA SUTRA. Unfortunately, the lead guy has a giant bushy mustache with a strange white patch that was a complete turn-off for me, though by objective standards he's more than proficient at sex (not to mention sufficiently endowed!). After the two guys at the peep machine get each other suitably horned up, they head out back and consummate their relationship.
There's little to say about a film like this, which, like its namesake, is an efficient and mechanical tool for delivering sex and nothing else. It's fun getting the glimpse of Holmes' loop, which I had heard about but never seen, and more Jack Wrangler is always welcome, even though his presence here is so minimal it constitutes more of a tease than anything. Really the best thing I can say about the film is that it has a great, throbbing soundtrack full of purloined disco deep-cuts. Throw it on in the background and the audio alone may get you in the mood. The film, by contrast, is purely mechanical.