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Released: Jul 01st, 1986
Running Time: 86
Director: Jerome Tanner
Company: Western Visuals
Cast: Amber Lynn, Steve Drake, Tom Byron, John C. Holmes, Jessica Wylde, Kelt Richards, Peter North, Regine Bardot, Joanna Storm
Critical Rating: AAA
(NOTE: I don't care how tempting it is, there will not be a "Holy ... !" joke anywhere in this review.)
Yes, ordinary citizens can sleep soundly once again. That dynamic duo of degradation, Dickman and Throbbin, are patrolling the city streets, keeping a watchful eye on any woman who is not experiencing sexual pleasure.
These carnal caped crusaders (whose secret identities are John Holmes and Tom Byron) are dedicated "sexorcists" who have taken it upon themselves to "cure" the world's virgins and frigid women (nice work if you can get it!.), and their adventures make for an arousing, if not particularly original, escapade.
First Dickman and Throbbin come to the aid of a virginal model-actress, at the request of her mother (the girl's name is . . . surprise, surprise . . , Brooke). Meanwhile, Steve Drake is finding that wife Keli Richards is turning colder than last week's tuna casserole, and he resorts to trying phone sex and a hooker, but gets little relief. Drake then takes the advice of friend Peter North, whose wife (Joanna Storm) was turned into a sex fiend after a visit from our heroes, and after a memorable "double penetration" encounter the happy couple are reunited.
There's a lot to like in Dickman & Throbbin: director Jerome Tanner's "Tannervision," an MTV-influenced blending of camera tricks and fast cutting, keeps the rather staid sex scenes from getting too repetitious. Amber Lynn shines in her brief role as Brooke, and Holmes and Byron have the good sense to play their roles with a straight face (something Drake has trouble doing). There's also a nice joke where North, commenting on his wife's reawakened libido, tells Drake "she's probably f***ing the mailman right now." Guess what we see next? There are drawbacks (Jessica Wylde's phone sequence does little for the action on screen, and the title seems to be merely an excuse for Byron to use these 20-year-old "Holy . . .!" jokes), but these dark knights of nookie are definitely dynamic.