My Horny Valentine

Behind that stupid title is a lousy Stacy Valentine vehicle, loaded with filler, and 100% corny. It's a weak effort from the generally reliable team of director Jim Enright and writer George Kaplan.

Stacy Valentine portrays a stripper named Stacy (quite an acting stretch!) who moves into a house next to her strip club. Tony Tedeschi is a neighbor who helps carry boxes and it's obvious from the first scene that this schlump will end up winning Stacy's sexual favor.

Kaplan's lazy script twice inserts an extraneous sex scene by having a character suddenly relate an anecdote: cue the flashback. Also, the neighbors gimmick is repeatedly used to introduce new characters, inevitably showing up to have sex.

It's a pointless time killer, loaded with Sex filler and enough condoms to qualify as a Trojans commercial.