THE CONTEST epitomizes a maxim of low-budget porn: don't waste time or effort on the extraneous. Rarely has a film set up such a simple premise -executed it and called it a night.
Gerard Broulard and older Anthony Giger are hardhats on a lunch break talking about sex, who devise a $50 bet about which one can "last longer" in the sack. At the end of this lengthy single take opener, we hear the director yell "Cut!" and the guys head to a 42nd St. whorehouse to settle the matter.
Rest of the film is merely a series of four women servicing the guys, leading to a not-very- funny ending of both of them plumb tuckered out after just 2 humps each.
The girls are unattractive, the guys' dicks remain limp throughout, and all the fans at the 8th Ave. movie-house that funded this picture have to crow about is the usual quota of split- beaver shots. During the scene with a whore named Susan, we hear the director say: "Drop your left leg, dear", which she dutifully does.
Obviously this nonsense would have worked better a year or two later when hardcore had made the scene, in which case they could have kept count of money shots. But in a soft-core world the premise remains stillborn.