11 July 2014 | BA_Harrison
Cool cats, looking for a kitty.
Virginal, god-fearing beauty Debby (Lisa Baker) returns home after a date with her fiancé to discover her mother engaged in a three way. Understandably shocked, Lisa flees into the night, only to be kidnapped by a gang of black militants who make her their sex slave.
"Summer In The City" (The Lovin' Spoonful), "Light My Fire" (The Doors), The "Good Vibrations" (Beach Boys), "Everlasting Love" (Carl Carlton), "I Can't Help Myself" (The Four Tops)—just a few of the classic pop/rock hits that appear without the artists' or record labels' permission on the soundtrack for Hot Summer In The City, the 'roughie' that Quentin Tarantino once called "The Greatest Porno Ever".
With its retro soundtrack, impressive 70s poster art, cool blaxploitation trappings, stunning female lead, gritty audio and grainy video, and explosive violence—and especially considering its overall obscurity—its not difficult to understand how QT would go gaga for Hot Summer In The City, but to be honest, the film really isn't deserving of such high praise: the envelope isn't pushed far enough to satisfy roughie addicts, and I imagine that most exploitation fans will soon get bored by the endless nookie and lack of retribution (I was hoping and praying that Debby would eventually get all 'One-Eye' on her captors; instead, she happily accepts her role as honky ho).