Everything is done with class, tact and time, like most Buttman flicks and you wont see any of those sick, nasty, trifling-ass anal gapes, creampie/cum-farting bullshit that you see in todays ass-obsessed porno flicks. One of John "Buttman" Stagliano's ten greatest skin flicks!

Description Originally released in 1992, this is true gonzo fun, with a hand held camera and a sense of humor. Buttman is down on his luck, dumpster diving for snacks after being evicted from his plywood shack. Down to his last nickel, he wanders the streets in holey grandma slippers, carrying his camera and a sack of his video tapes. Even though he doesn't know where his next meal is coming from, and he would feel lucky to be allowed to sleep in the back of your car at night, he is easily distracted from his purpose every time a girl walks by with her ass cheeks hanging out of her cutoffs. General Impression Cooly retro, this is a good movie for the nostalgic. It is peopled by -- uh -- people. Real people, the non-airbrushed type, with freckled chests, peachfuzz, panty lines, and all that. The women range from the voluptuous Heather (a cross between Lucy Lawless and Monica Lewinsky, or something like that), to the older and skinnier Lorrin (who reminds me of my maternal grandmother who lived on cigarettes and coffee).