Incompetent on every level, would-be controversial sex farce is relentlessly unfunny to the point of alienation.
Incompetent on every level, from its haphazard staging to its amateurish sound mix, producer-helmer-scribe Mark Toma’s would-be controversial sex farce “Prince of Swine” centers on the efforts of sincere attorney Julie (Nell Ruttledge), who reluctantly teams up with stereotypically chauvinistic colleague Witt (director Toma), to prosecute a sleazy TV producer (John Klemantaski) for the sexual harassment of clueless bimbo Kelly (Amber Holley). Though relentlessly unfunny to the point of alienation, “Prince” proves more noteworthy for its cinematic illiteracy. The pic is headed nowhere after its Sept. 16 New York premiere.
The film’s provocatively retro female caricatures, and one gay stereotype in the form of a mincing talent agent (Stanton Schnepp), could comfortably populate a 1970’s “nudie.” Yet the prolonged, always jarringly out-of-place sex scenes between Witt and Julie or Witt and opposing counsel Alicia (Angel Marin) unfold with a tactful lack of explicitness. Existing in some timeless void are endless sequences of slimeball Klemantaski leeringly screen-testing a model (Jennifer Johnson), and extended, out-of-nowhere shots of peepshows, sex paraphernalia stores, porn shops and strip joints around Hollywood and Vine.