Title: Road Apple Plus
Product review: It's been nearly 30 years since I saw this and I had blissfully forgotten it until some recent publicity. The references to it caused terrifying flashbacks and impelled me to commit my impressions to writing. Nonetheless, this one was a classic piece of fresh excrement, and should foreclose the screen writer from his profession as a serious critic. The only parallel I can think of is from the same era, Anthony Newly's regrettable Can Heironymous Merkin . . ., which (thankfully) has never corrupted videotape or disk. If your taste runs to witty skin movies, try Flesh Gordon or something by Al Goldstein instead. Don't submit yourself to this indignity or you'll still be regreting it 30 years from now.
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