The first scene starts out as a wistful reminiscence from the sewer worker about how great the original club café flesh was. In particular, he remembers a French Girl (played by Rebecca Lord). We fade to a scene of Rebecca on stage, telling the gathered audience how the life of a prostitute is really great, except when she has to fuck all those mimes.

Yes, mimes. You read that correctly.

Next we lead into a scene of her doing just that.

Now, what really stands out in this scene is just how well everyone stays in character. The guys playing the mimes never speak, and do some pretty cool pantomime tricks that you wouldn’t expect most actors to just randomly know. Rebecca is wonderful, and does a great job of acting exasperated at them, as well as somehow resisting the urge to laugh. In the end, everyone looked like they had fun.

The next scene we get is a dream sequence starring Violet Chinchilla (played by Jeanna Fine).

Now normally, I’d think an active welding torch on a porn set would be a really bad idea.

However, in this particular case it meshes with the industrial/post-apocalyptic vibe and makes for a really hot scene. With Jeanna decked out in a kinky rubber costume, her semi-romantic seduction of an equally fetishized forge worker is almost sweet. He gives her flowers before fucking her against a shopping cart, proving that all a post-apocalyptic dominatrix REALLY wants is a little love and tenderness.

Or maybe a puppy.

The hulking metalworker welding, watching, and drinking coffee only a few feet away from the couple added a fun touch as well.

Once Violet wakes up, the plot continues on as plots so often do.

We don’t get another sex scene until Violet daydreams about a stage event from the heyday of the original club. Golly, what a dreamer that girl is.

It’s a wonder she gets anything done.

Anyway, the daydream involves a 1950’s scene with two hep cats and one busty blonde (played by the lovely, but unfortunately wigged Sally Layd). Many cocktails are consumed, and before you can say “Jane Mansfield” a rollicking threesome is underway.

After this spirited recollection, Buffy (played by Stacy Valentine) gives an enthusiastic blowjob to snake (Vince Voyeur) and then dreams about her lost boyfriend.

As far as dreams in this movie go, it was fairly normal. Buffy and her boyfriend Biff (played by T.T Boy) are having sex on a picnic cloth while giant daisies spin in the background, the sun rises and sets over a cut-out city, and a space alien takes notes and photographs a few feet away. You know. The usual.

Characters develop, plot points move on, and then we get to Mookie’s first scene (played by the smokin’ hot Raylene). Mookie is the opening act for the new club, and she starts with a bang. The stage is set as a bullfighting arena, with giant flames burning in the background. Mookie is dressed in the sexiest matador outfit on the planet.

Seriously. I really want that outfit.

Her opponent is a man dressed up as a Minotaur, in a black latex bodysuit and with dildos for horns.

They fight, she calms him, he fucks her, and then she stabs him through the heart with her sword.

Hmmmm… maybe he should have given her flowers.

After all that drama, Snake fucking Buffy inside an elevator shaft seems rather tame.

There isn’t much to say about it except Buffy has very pretty girly bits, and it’s one of the longest scenes on the film.

Next we get to the Grand finale and the last sex scene in the movie.

As it turns out, it’s a big, psychedelic wedding between Mookie and her boyfriend Chappy. Hurrah!

The happy couple is married by a floating brain in a tank, while two freaky fetish twins are being electrocuted in the background. The twins are actually fairly hot (in a cyber-goth sort of way), but their twitching spasms are a bit unnerving. However, their presence adds a nice touch of wrongness to the scene, and so gives it a bit of spice.

The groom doffs his gas mask, the bride removes her rubber veil, and they proceed to get freaky like only married couples can.

That’s it!

Now go out and rent it.

Trust me, it’s stranger than I can adequately describe.