Whatever nut thought it would be a great idea to set a hardcore porn film at an animal shelter came up with the otherwise forgettable FULFILLING YOUNG CUPS. The proper title should have been "Fulfilling Young Doggie Bowls".
The usual cast of NYC idiots is assembled for this intentionally lousy exercise, in which Serena stars as Kitty (which per the end titles might have been the film's original title) narrating this tale about the wacky (though not very funny) adventures at Dr. Delaney's NY humane society shelter. The fact that Robert Kerman plays the good doctor gives you a notion of the tenor of this film, given that when not doing what comes naturally for a living RK is usually to be found in an Italian gore movie about mistreating animals.
Always-reliable Marlene Willougby plays Mrs. Erica Feinberg, who has an interest in "big dogs". Once the sniggering laughs die down about this obvious bestiality reference, it turns out that she is actually the militant leader of an animal rights cult which instead of throwing paint on women modeling furs at fashion shows is dognapping animals all over the Big Apple to prevent them being neutered. (Yeah, I know that neutering/spaying is really good for the overall pet population as a whole, but in pornworld terms nothing could be worse for an individual than castration.) Jamie Gillis pops up annoyingly as a seedy cop with rape on his mind. The film is so sloppy that later on he returns for an extraneous sex scene, which narration calmly writes off as "he's off duty".
The film is filled with lots & lots of humans humping while the dogs watch from their cages. Thank god there is no bestiality whatsoever, although I suspect that was a "nudge, nudge" marketing ploy when this film was made.
The sex filler here is pretty random: Vanessa Del Rio bandaging an injured boy en route to giving him a b.j.; Serena and Kerman engaging in phone sex; and the usual orgy action. Finale has Serena put into a very tiny cage where she's forced to give b.j.'s through the bars. Coda is weird: Serena doing end titles in her diary and a singer coming on screen to sing "Kitty's Ballad".
This farrago is credited to the anonymous Jason Tarone, whose work is several notches below the famous list of Gotham helmers of the '70s. The film is recommended only to people who like to see a bad gimmick milked for all it isn't worth.
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