In a distant future where humanity has all but vanished, only one human remains alive—a stunning, wide-eyed innocent known as Star Virgin. Played with delightful, ditzy charm by slender blonde Hustler centerfold Kari Klark, she’s a woman literally born in a test tube, clueless about the physical pleasures her species once enjoyed. Eager to understand “natural reproduction,” she turns to her mechanical guardian—a pint-sized robot whose costume looks hilariously like a cheerful trash can—for guidance.
Director Howard Ziehm keeps the whole adventure brisk and bubbly, leaning into a playful, tongue-in-cheek vibe that never lets up. Humphry Knipe’s script uses Star Virgin’s education as the jumping-off point for a series of wild, imaginative erotic sketches. Among them: a pastel-bright, 1950s-inspired take on Adam and Eve (with Tracy Walton stealing the show as an adorably seductive Eve), a silent-film spoof with Dracula and a henchman wearing a rubber Nixon mask, two mischievous cheerleaders taking full advantage of a dazed football star, a sultry strip routine by the scorching Tantala Ray—complete with a live snake—and a chaotic brothel scene where two working girls juggle a roomful of very enthusiastic customers.
The encounters are unapologetically explicit and energetically staged, yet the whole film keeps a breezy, good-humored attitude, balancing heat with absurdity. A gorgeous supporting cast—including Terri Nolan, Anne Magle, Hillary Summers, and Chris Anderson—amps up the visual appeal, while Nisan Evantoff’s funky, pulse-pounding soundtrack keeps everything humming along.
For fans of off-the-wall Golden Age erotica, this oddball gem is pure, playful retro bliss.







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