Down Under

Much as I admire Kelly Nichols as one of Adult Cinema's pioneering talents, this forgettable movie she directed on location in Australia in 1986 amounts to little more than a sexual travelogue. It's certainly no success like "Crocodile Dundee", filmed at the same time in the opposite direction: Paul Hogan going from Australia to New York and becoming an international sensation.

She brings along with her TIgr, an ebullient actress who makes up for her lack of beauty/glamour with a bubbly personality. In an awkward, poorly shot intro, they're assigned by an Adult publisher to go to Australia to write about and photograph a magazine article about sex around the world, beginning with that country supposedly because it starts with the letter A.

What follows is a series of comical sex scenes, in which both actresses ham it up amateurishly and a series of Aussie sex workers have sex with them and each other. The sex is unimpressive, and a brief spotlight to a local stritpper named "Magnolia Thunderbuns" unveils a no-talent lady; It plays like an unfinished movie, a bunch of scenes and antics heading nowhere and slapped together randomly. Early on, Tigr comes up with an idea of finding aborigines and photographing them having sex, but instead their search for a "bushman" ends up with Tigr just humping a random white guy outdoors.

They are a compatible couple of gals, but their attempts at humor fall flat, as does the dumb ending where a government official busts them for their nude photos (he destroys their film).