Vicious Lips (1987).avi

Tighten the safety straps on your overpriced sex chair, because I'm about to give you an unasked for tour of the inside of a budding rock star's dream-filled brain. Well, a Sue Saad aficionado named Albert Pyun (Nemesis, Radioactive Dreams) will be conducting the actual tour, I'm just a glorified messenger. But either way, that's exactly what we get in Vicious Lips (a.k.a. Pleasure Planet), a film about big dreams and even bigger hair colliding in a new wave extravaganza of intergalactic proportions. Tired of focusing on stocking covered legs and hands sporting gloves without fingers, I chose to aim the single-minded barrel of my leering gaze on the hair and makeup of the four gals that populate this strange and almost wonderful universe. And you know what? It wasn't that hard. All I had to do was tilt my head back ever so slightly, making sure to keep my eyes trained in the same direction I was tilting, and just like that, I was experiencing the sensation that comes with looking up. What I did see? Oh, man, where do I begin? Let's just say, watching a movie where rockers from outer space cavort and frolic with the confidence that accompanies a large, bountiful head of hair will always be more enjoyable than one that features ladies with limp and unmanageable hair. I mean, what's the point of even bothering to lift your head up if the hair that greets the pain and sweat of all your elevating effort hasn't been teased, crimped, or combed to the point of mental exhaustion?