Izzy Sleeze's Casting Couch Cuties

Even nudity doesn't help this movie. If you can call this a movie. It's just a short tape about a guy named Izzy Sleeze who is casting for some movie, thus the name. I've seen other tapes with the same plot and they had the sense to know that the only reason you bought or rented the tape was to see the nude women. But here we are shown Izzy Sleeze every chance they get. He butts in with stupid comments and thinks he's a genie. He gets his wishes to see nude women. Too bad I don't. I would have liked to have seen the women from his point of view.

The editor went overboard too. Every few seconds you see the girl from another angle. Sometimes she jumps to another position--i.e. she is standing then she is sitting then lying down. All in a matter of 10-20 second time period. By the time the tape gets to the end, you're glad it's over.

Don't get me wrong: I enjoyed this DVD overall. Simply framed, "Casting Couch Cuties" is a "Smorgesbroad" of undulating, gyrating wannabe starlets, cavorting with varying levels of sensuality, fluidity and abandon. For me, this feature would have been far more erotic without the patently silly, intrusive presence of the producer/casting director, "Izzy Sleeze", a superfluous, extraneous role (at best), made mega-hyper-ultra-giga annoying by the cartoonish caricature played by one James Bartholet, an unsettling amalgam of Wolfman Jack and Robert Pastorelli (the ever-present housepainter Eldin on "Murphy Brown") with a dash of Harvey Fierstein thrown in for not-so-good measure! Mr. Bartholet's leering, grimacing, over-the-top histrionics make wonderful endorsements for the ability of DVD players to fast-forward silently, throughout this little excursion into the voyeuristic elements which invite the utilization of the "zoom" and "frame advance" buttons of one's remote. But let's not forget to "credit" Ivan Nagy, who wrote, executive produced and directed this "homage" to Hollywood's seamier side! Anyhoo, I'm giving this epic adventure six out of ten stars, 'cause some of the ladies are, in fact, alluring, and hey, isn't that what you're buying this disc for in the first place?? So, mute the sound, crack open a fresh box of Chablis, and write your OWN review (when you've got a free hand!). And, scene....

Submitted by Michael in Sunnyvale, CA