Georgia Peach (1976) Online

Sue Dunn, whose entire career was spent in Z-grade porn assignments, is the less than scintillating (read: dead as a doornail) title heroine of GEORGIA PEACH. I had this one for several years as part of an Alpha Blue boxed set and never watched it, confusing it with a much more famous Cecil Howard movie I had seen back in the day, but catching up with it now was a waster of time.

Film seems to have been made as a tribute to newly elected president Jimmy Carter, as heroine (we are reminded several times), hails from Plains, Georgia and is exiting unceremoniously a railroad box car, arriving in L.A. in film's opener.

Utterly cornball premise of innocent girl in the big city about to be preyed upon by evil men is milked in the first reel, as several sleaze-bags try to pick her up on the street, either driving along or walking beside her. Film was shot MOS (with only a couple of lines of her dialog synced to heroine's lip movements) and dubbed with gibberish later, so the come-on lines ring even more false than usual.

Eventually she succumbs, and a Black dude takes her to abandoned house (really cheap set interior) where a white boy rapes her. At this point the movie momentarily entered Roughie territory, but that was merely a ruse: the key plot switch is that Georgia is a nympho with plenty of experience and leaves a series of would be rapists in the dust after humping them and asking for more (which they can't deliver).

She hooks up with a gentler, kinder Black rapist who claims to be a Hollywood producer, and he takes her to a party that would be considered decadent (Hollywood Babylon) if the anonymous filmmakers had another 100 bucks in the budget. It's just another under- dressed set with a Black girl on a swing getting humped by a white boy in order to deliver yet more mixed combo action for the fans.

Funniest gag is when heroine tells of humping back home, as she and her sister Ellie Mae used to go out in the woods and screw their jackass (read: mule) Luke, whose big dong she misses. After she humps hairy-assed porn vet Gordon Freed (who looked a lot like Ruben Blades to me here, just my restless imagination and need to stay awake), she ends up hitching a ride back home.

In the grand tradition of country porn pioneer Bethel Buckalew, whose profitable '70s southern-fried soft-X vehicles were all shot in California), it takes her about 3 hours to be driven from L.A. to Plains, Georgia for a predictable payoff: yelling for Ellie Mae she makes a beeline for the forest behind her home, and we hear Luke braying in sexual anticipation on the soundtrack.

Dumb film raises the time-honored question: how do you rape a nymphomaniac? Answer for the pervs in the audience, don't bother.