Come Fly with Us

Shaun Costello has his say in the IMDb plot summary for his forgotten porn film, and now it's my turn to chime in from arm's length. It has very little to offer (then or now), with plain, unattractive leading ladies and a haphazard structure that simply won't fly.

Simple premise has three stewardesses off for a magical weekend at a mansion on Long Island. Too bad there is no actual airplane footage whatsoever, just exterior shots of an airport that represent guerrilla filmmaking but today would probably land the itinerant filmmaker on a DHS's terrorist watch list.

What truly killed the movie for me was the sheer sloppiness of it all, even worse in a 90- minute feature than the hour-long one-day wonders Costello is rightly famous for. One of the three gals is named Ellen, but in her flashback (they all get one so we can watch a sex scene spotlighting each) she calls herself Dana for no reason.

The girls arrive in a big limo to Long Island and there's all sorts of anticipation, but when they get out one of the three gals, Margaret (played by "Pamela Fields") is missing. Instead a new actress playing Bonnie (NYC porn mainstay Valerie Marron) arrives later to fill her missing slot in the script. Chalk this ridiculous switcheroo up to the perils of graduating from 1-day wonders to lengthier shoots where such niceties as scheduling and continuity can crop up.

The usual Costello hijinks are included, silly credits like cinematography by "David Measles" and notably Lisa (Linda Lovemore) performing the patented 2 dicks in her mouth Shaun signature move. After the requisite quota of dreary sex scenes, film ends mock-romantically at sunset with Bernard Saint John and Day Jason (the absent-minded Ellen/Dana) smooching by "Lake Plastic" as soggy romantic music plays - she's forgotten her boyfriend David at last.