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Director: Doris Wishman
Label: Something Weird Video
With Keyholes Are for Peeping, director DORIS WISHMAN relinquished the roughie, an exploitation staple she helped popularize with such purulent productions as Another Day, Another Man and Bad Girls Go to Hell, in favor of a retreat to the saucy sexploitation stylings comprising the bulk of her early career, and created her first out-and-out sex comedy. But wait! This isn’t just an ordinary Doris Wishman sex comedy. Oh, no. This is a Doris Wishman sex comedy starring that oddball Jerry-Lewis lookalike of such hits as Bela Lugosi meets a Brooklyn Gorilla (1952) and Shangri-La (1961), SAMMY PETRILLO! And, together, they’ve made a sex comedy quite unlike any other sex comedy on the face of the earth.
The humdrum home life of Stanley Bebble (Petrillo, billed here as Samuel ) takes an upward turn after he completes a correspondence course on marriage counseling (a curriculum no doubt championed by Sally Struthers). Delivering hand-written business cards ("900 Cliteros [sic] Rd., Babcock, NY") to his naughty neighbors, Stanley stumbles upon the building’s south-of-the-border super, Manuel, seconds away from jerkin’ his gherkin in response to a parade of promiscuity spied through a randy couple’s keyhole.
Deciding to help the handyman in his search for a woman, Stanley plays Cyrano to Manuel’s Christian, coaching the jittery janitor from the sidelines in his attempts to snag a stacked tenant. The comely cutie doesn’t hang around for long, however, after Manuel mangles, "You are the quintessence of beauty" into "I like to poot my theeng between your boobies!"
Despite the failure of his first case, Stanley, frequently lapsing into Jerry-Lewis mode, continues to dole out his half-baked advice to an ever-increasing line of lovelorn losers hoping to recharge their rundown romances (giving Wishman ample cause to festoon the feature with seemingly endless flashbacks of fornication). As expected, the tenacious therapist’s good fortune soon tumbles straight down the toilet after his girlfriend, Katie, startles Stanley’s dimwitted, doting mother (also played by Petrillo!) with news of his recent marriage proposal. The things a guy’s got to do to get a half-decent piece of ass...
Featuring feigned fuck footage the director would later transplant into Let Me Die a Woman and Passion Fever, Keyhole’s deluge of down-and-dirty delights, while presented in Wishman’s trademark warts-and-all style, attains a level of artifice somewhat absent from her earlier efforts. The scrumpin’ and bumpin’ sequences are lovingly tinted to distinguish them from the rest of the production and, if one an divert one’s attention from the grinding genitalia during the tight shots, it almost looks like Doris was actually considering the concept of scene composition! This is one Keyhole that’s far too good for the likes of the average grindhouse ghoul.
From the 35mm wacky-Wishman negative. — Vince Bonavoglia, Media Unleased