"The Love Feast" serves as proof that the presence of Ed Wood in any film
project was a guarantee of failure. Even in the relatively undemanding
genre of soft-core pornography, where such Wood trademarks as bizarre
dialogue, improbable plotting, and awful acting are par for the course,
this is a certifiable stinker. Despite the film's theme, and the near-
constant full-frontal nudity, there is nothing erotic, or even remotely
arousing, in this film. And that's not just my opinion- I watched this film
with a group of five people, representing both of the major genders and
various sexual orientations, and we all agreed that it was a strong
contender for the least arousing pornographic film in existence. There's
not much more to say about this film, except that after it was over I felt
sorry for Ed Wood. Even someone as talentless as he was shouldn't have to
work on such a miserable project.
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