Yes, this one alternatively titled Massage Parlour, I saw with my mate back at the start of 2000. He commented on the crappy moustache, from the young Sonny Bono, Murray Langston sounding guy, who after reading an advertisement, decides to spends his whole day at this Massage Parlour, (get it on Heavenly Drive) where the broads gives much more than massages. The film (let's not call it a film, please) adds inventive and interesting touches, some semi erotic to the peace. Another older, 50's+ short guy who's also come (in two respects) to this fine establishment, is a body builder, and loves a workout, where you'll see in this film (scratch that last word) the hot dark haired, masseur should be paying him. Guess what he calls his trapeze muscle. The other one, working on Sonny, I mean really working, is a sort of Edy William's type, where the red headed maid, throws in a couple of envious scowls and smiles, and loves to tell customer's "Time's up". I wish I didn't have to say this, but this is actually a very entertaining 45 minute romp, thanks to those touches I mentioned, in this product of base standard. The last killer frame is like one great punchline. You can only laugh at just how pathetic this movie really is, and take joy in knowing how you could write something better. Those Groucho Marx moments with Sonny are truly classic, the bits that'll fly out at you, when recalling this piece of, I don't know, there's a thousand words I can use to finish that sentence. I hope Massage Parlours are really like this, when I go and visit. .25/10
