In a world destroyed, a mutant universe, survivors break down to those who can and those who can’t. 99% are Sex Negatives. Call them erotic casualties. They want to make love, but the mere touch of another makes them violently ill. The rest, the lucky one percent, are Sex Positives, those whose libidos escaped unscathed…
Nick (Paul McGibboney) and Lana (elusive Golden Age legend Pia Snow a.k.a. Michelle Bauer) regularly hang out in the dimly lit new wave haunt known as Café Flesh, an ex-bank vault turned theatre of the carnale. A couple of vamps (Autumn True and Elizabeth Anastasia) share their tiny table at the rear of the club. The rest of the audience is daze and confused nu-romantic victims of the Nuclear Kiss, capable only of gazing in a sweaty stupor upon the stage where the Sex Positives perform for their voyeuristic pleasure-by-proxy.
Max Melodramatic (Andrew Nichols) is your nightly MC, taunting and teasing, oh, such a cruel verbose beast of the perverse pleasure probe. Apparently a famous Positive is set to make an appearance on the Café Flesh stage, none other than Johnny Rico (Kevin James). And there’s also the pretty flower from Wyoming, debutante Angel (Marie Sharp) set to spread her petals too. Can Lana keep her secret for much longer? The urge to purge is crawling deep within her nether region like a serpent eager to bite the juicy apple.
If Flesh Gordon injected Liquid Sky you might get a vague feel for the art-porn vibe of director Stephen Sayadian a.k.a. Rinse Dream’s 1982 satirical thrust into the pseudo-avant garde realm of erotic cabaret, droll pantomime, and adult movie aesthetics. A crossover midnight-movie hit that played in cinemas throughout the 80s across American and Europe, this is jack-off-Off-Broadway for the science fiction blue fantasy heads, a strangely alluring mélange of low-budget post-apocalyptic trappings and classic hardcode (bush, baby, bush!) action (or inserts, depending on how you look at them, as the movie was released in an R-rated version also, to appease the independent financiers).
Cafe flesh film review by Bryn Tilly of www.cultprojections.com