Who would have believed that a film about screwing every rock star would be a past to be reminisced over and veiwing photos of previous penises (peni? ) would be a subject for discussion. Not only this, but the victim in this is the unwitting husband who somehow floats into a scene and back out with the ease of a ghostly vapour so that we are supposed to be more concerned with what the two groupies will discover about themselves as if that were possible. A truly limp one.
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