A thorough look at the range of my reviews should readily demonstrate to one and all that I am no prude, so believe me when I say that Pervert has to be one of the lamest movies I have ever seen.

I had no trouble going with the flow for the first two-thirds of the movie -- porn star Mary Carey isn't really my type, but I have no problem looking at her naked -- but the final few scenes of this movie are well nigh unbearable and an insult to anyone possessing half a brain. Any fondness I might have had for Pervert died the first time I saw the awful claymation, which only made the identity of the "killer" even more ridiculous than it already was.

Spare me the crap about the whole homage to '70s exploitation films or the coronation of director Jonathan Yudis as the next Russ Meyer -- unless you're a horny 14-year-old boy or an inmate at some sex asylum, I don't see how you can enjoy anything about this film.

The plot? James (Sean Andrews) spends the summer with his estranged father Hezekiah (Darrell Sandeen) on a remote desert ranch, only to uncover a series of bizarre murders.

I know how appealing a low-budget horror flick like this can be, but Pervert just takes a good thing and runs it six feet into the ground. I thought this movie would be good for some laughs, at the very least. Alas, I was wrong -- Pervert isn't good for anything at all.

It's going to take me weeks to restore all of the IQ points I lost watching this cinematic atrocity.