Dust off your VHS machine, this is a really bad softcore sexploitation movie from the 90's, with lots of violence, female nudity, sexual situations, adult language, women taking showers, and worst of all - a soundtrack of mindnumbingly bad smooth jazz saxophone music. The soundtrack alone should give this movie an R rating. And, false advertising alert, there is no cactus in this movie at all! Neither wild nor domesticated.
Philip and Alex are a young couple taking a working vacation at a friend's house in the Arizona desert. They go to a dive bar where they meet a killer ex-con named Randall, and a seductive scantily-clad bisexual hitchhiker who he picked up in the desert, named Maggie. Randall convinces Philip, a botanist, that he is a nature guide, and the next morning takes him to find some desert plants. But Randall's a bad buy, so when they get far into the desert, Randall throws Philip off a big hill, leaving him to die or at least struggle to get back home. Randall goes back to the house and both he and Maggie take Alex hostage and rape her.
Philip regains consciousness and sees a rattlesnake sitting out in the open in the middle of a sunny day. (Not very likely.) He puts on a thick leather glove, pins the snake with a stick, then picks it up and puts it in his shoulder bag (which any non-movie snake could escape in five seconds.) Philip's lost in the middle of the desert, bruised and without water, but he's still resourceful enough to take the snake with him to use as a weapon later. I like this guy.
Philip gets back to the house, shuts the lights off at the fuse box, and goes inside, where he puts the snake bag on the kitchen counter. Randall finds him and demands his car keys, thinking Philip has them. Philip tells him to look in the bag, Randall puts his hand in and the snake bites him. Randall picks up the snake and throws it across the kitchen, screaming. But before we can delight in the scumbag Randall's painful envenomation ordeal, the distraction gave Alex enough time to sneak in and blow Randall away with his own handgun. End of movie. I spoiled it for you. Now you never ever have to watch this turd, unless, of course, you're only watching it for the sexploitation, and not the snakexploitation, or maybe you're watching it for the saxploitation, in which case, please put your hand in this bag.... |