These '80s sleaze comedies never get off to a good start. You start watching and think, hey, maybe this one won't be as bad as the others. And then you go straight into the awful bargain basement pop song on the soundtrack while basically nothing happens on screen, and you're just sitting there waiting for it to be over, but of course they want you to hear the whole thing, either because with a movie as low-budgeted as this, songs are big investments, or because the movie had to be padded with a lengthy beginning and end sequence in order to make it fit feature film length. Or both.

The movie begins with the protagonist being arrested. I did not understand why, but Wikipedia says it was for vandalizing the Hollywood sign (it did appear to say "Hollyweed" in the opening sequence).

To avoid the "buttslammers" in prison, as his mother helpfully calls them, the protagonist gets a job as a plumber. Since when did getting a job prevent you from going to prison?

Watching an uncharismatic young man learn plumbing skills is really not my idea of a good time. The movie is so bad that it actually makes you think that that is all it is going to be about. There's nothing about its opening scenes that might take anyone's interest.

Finally, the hero goes to a house to fix a hot tub, and finds a pair of porn stars. Of course they don't have sex - '80s sex comedies never feature any, um, sex - but they get naked and we see the lady's nipples.

When you finally get a good look at the hero's face, he looks scary! His eyes are crazy looking. There is a lengthy scene where the characters play arcade games, which was probably no more interesting to watch in the '80s than it is now.

The movie does an awful job of explaining anything you see happening on screen. Characters do things and the screenplay or direction don't bother to tell you why. There is a scene where one of the guys the hero works with disguises himself and starts speaking in a strange accent when he goes into a place with hot tubs. He then seems to take the disguise off and walks around the place as normal. What was the point of the disguise?

After a while it gets infuriating. So much stuff happening on screen. So little idea what it is and why it is and what you are supposed to feel about it.

A scene in a women's locker room does deliver more topless women than most American sex comedies, but of course, they're only on screen for a few seconds.

The movie seems to be trying for some kind of romance between the protagonist and a girl he works with. This could be the only real narrative thread in the movie, but it is so disjointed that you forget about this so called romance from scene to scene, and the girl could probably do better than the creepy and uncharismatic hero.

There is a scene in a men's locker room, with many bare male butts, and even a penis. I guess Chuck Vincent couldn't suppress his gay pornographer urges.

The movie ends in a party. Whose party? Why? Where? You won't care. The important thing is that it ends, and I hope I'll forget about it as soon as possible.

I'm going to do my best to keep this short and sweet, unlike the makers of Hollywood Hot Tubs, who let their atrocious film run for at least a half an hour too long. Directed by adult film maker Chuck Vincent, this pathetic sex comedy is packed with topless women (and a couple of naked men for the sake of equality), but is totally bereft of laughs, the diabolical script and lousy performances resulting in absolute tedium.

Paul Gunning plays obnoxious teenage smart-ass Shawn, whose silly pranks have got him in trouble with the law. Faced with the prospect of jail, Shawn opts for the alternative: a job with his uncle Al (Stafford Morgan), who makes a living in the hot tub repair business. Shawn stumbles from one crazy sexcapade to another, aided and abetted by fellow plumber Jeff, played by Michael Andrew. It's a bit like an American version of '70s UK sex comedy Adventures of a Plumber's Mate, but much worse.

The film ends with broad farce, as a party at Hollywood Hot Tubs gets out of hand: cue women running around with their tits out, a mariachi band, an old horror movie star in a monster costume, and angry bikers.

2.5/10, rounded down to 2 for Jewel Shepard's awful performance as valley girl Crystal, who constantly jiggles her breasts to try and detract from her dreadful accent.

Now, this is an AWFUL movie but it is also one of those trainwreck gems where everything is so bad, so off, so wrong that you will laugh your ass off with your friends and the right kinds of "drinks" and "stuff". The acting is terrible and this film has a performance that stands there with one of the worst performances ever captured on film (and yes, WORSE then the teenage girl in TROLL 2). A girl places a Valley bimbo named Crystal and first off, she CANT do a Valley Girl impression! Not at all. Right now, you could stop an old person on the street and ask them to do one and it will be better than what this girl does. But the director must be tone-deaf because he has her do ot ALL THE TIME plus she wears those frayed, cut off t-shirts and jiggles her breasts all the time. It is so disturbing. This movie is unbelievable - it has EVERYTHING and EVERY Cliché - a potty-mouthed granny, a drunk monkey, Japanese tourists taking pictures, topless bimbos, bikers who beat up everyone, you name it! The plot (that that there is) a young teen pulls a prank and to be punished is forced to read this script! No - but he has to go work at hot tub company and oh, the hi jinx ensue! This movie is a winner as a loser!