One can only wonder what sane mind can go on to create such an absolutely insane plot for a movie. The script, if properly done, would at the maximum fill out a 30-minute slot in TV-time, and that still done badly. But the buzzword for success here seems to be perceived as 'the fleshier, the better'.
But none of these sorry stretch-o-matics has been fleshier than Divine Lover, a laugh-an-hour 'comedy' about a horny radio talk-show therapist whose only advice to his female callers is to mate with him.
The male lead in the title role is the ever-aroused and irresistible Leon Phelps, a lisping, retarded alcoholic with a bright smile. The fully-engorged stud, sporting garish 70s garb and a retro afro, makes the mommas swoon simply by exposing his mammoth manliness (don't worry, you don't get to see that).
But our advice is, when this buck pulls down his pants, stand back! Notice how I keep referring to Leon's anatomy. Isn't it annoying? Okay, now picture two hours straight of big penis references and you've figured out Divine Lover. I suppose when you stretch tv-show, then a stretched TV-show is all you get. So, we shouldn't expect much from this one-trick pony, even if it is a well-hung one trick pony.
Here, at the point of departure, the shiftless Leon is thrown off the air for overuse of suggestive words like 'throbbing' and 'pulsating'. Unemployed, he proceeds to fritter away his days, drinking and mating indiscriminately. Before exposing his imposing package to his prey, he seduces them with insulting pick-up lines like, "I'd like to take a bite out of your butt," or "It looks like somebody took two hams and shoved them down your pants."
Misogynist Leon, who has less respect for women than he has for himself, lives on a houseboat christened 'Skanktuary.' Yet, for some never-explained reason, Leon is loved by Julie (Ms Parsons), his innocent assistant, who secretly harbors a crush on the spewy sperminator. There is also a stupid subplot, which explains the presence of Billy Dee Williams, who looks lost in an intermittent cameo as a gigolo of a bartender.
Do what you want, but take it from me, it's hard not to feel angry after this
waste of two hours. And that, if you are still left capable to feel.