New World Pictures brings us Talking Walls (1987). Meet college student Paul. He is writing a thesis on human intimacy. He wants to find out why some relationships work and some don’t. To do this, he proposes videotaping couples having sex. His professor tells him that he can describe those things but you can’t show it! It’s impossible. “Intimacy means privacy. What do you want to do? Sit on the edge of the bed and watch?” Paul takes up the challenge and comes up with a sensible, discreet solution. He installs a oneway mirror in the motel room where he works, and sets up a wide variety of video recording devices to record the activities of the guests in the next room.
This is no regular motel, it’s a themed love motel. The room under surveillance can be reconfigured into a variety of forms, such as the sheep room (sheep adorn the room, for you to count and fall asleep), the back seat of a car room, a room with a giant shoe for a bed (for foot fetishists). He videotapes various encounters such as a room of drag queens, hookers and their johns, and even an elderly couple making whoopee. Eventually he meets a beautiful French girl who just might change his heart and teach him a few things about true love.
Talking Walls is an ungodly union between a raunchy sex comedy and heartfelt romance complete with a “falling in love” montage that feels ten minutes long. She immediately demands “Is there someone else?!” just because he doesn’t want to bring her back to his filthy place. She’s not worth the trouble! Delicious, shapely 80s breasts dominate Talking Walls and they are simply luscious. However the sleazy and wackiness dies off early on and we are left with a basic romantic comedy, completely unoriginal. It should have stayed a sleazefest throughout just for entertainment’s sake. #newworldpictures #TalkingWalls #scorpionreleasing #sexcomedy #80scomedy