In many sports, a “hot dog” is typically a nickname for a skillful show-off, but, in context of the ski-slope sex comedy Hot Dog … the Movie, I’m pretty sure it means penis … the movie!
It’s the loose story of Harkin (Patrick Houser), a farm boy with high hopes to win an international skiing competition, coached by an American horndog in Tahoe, Dan (An American Werewolf in London’s David Naughton). While learning the ins and outs of the slopes, Harkin also takes time for some ins and outs with the female clientele, most namely Shannon Tweed (Possessed by the Night) in a scene that really should have been included as one of the AFI’s 100 Masturbatory Moments.
In between the skillfully shot sequences of downhill racing and snowbound ballet, there’s also less-skillfully shot wet T-shirt contests, sexual spa antics and a ski-lift blowie or two — I guess for the nonsporty dudes who can’t get off on every twisting helicopter or spread eagle attempted on that fresh powder.
Speaking of powder, I really hope everyone involved was on some primo cocaine during the filming of this, most notably writer Mike Marvin and director Peter Markle. By the grace of God, they took about 15 minutes of actual film and stretched it into an overlong 99 minutes, just by adding plenty of softcore sex, slalom six-packs and a few somewhat rocking songs about love being at the top of a mountain — something I’m sure we all can identify with. —Louis Fowler