A guy who would complain if you got him laid? 
Sure, but only after he'd gleefully sausage-stuffed every orifice offered.
This reminds me of a little story. Once, a long time ago, when I was young and life was blurry (I think it was called the 80's) I took this somewhat dimwitted but good-looking girlfriend to some crap film she'd recommended. It was a women's prison film - a genuine rarity in that era. For some reason, at this point I'm wondering if I'm confusing it with Sean Penn's "Bad Boys" or it isn't one and the same. I'm inclined to think the latter, since I think there was a tiny and forgettable flowering of efforts in the genre at the time.
Now, this is not to say that prison films are bad. Consider "Cool Hand Luke" - recently re-released. I watched it in HD not more than a year ago and the film is still searching, fearless, and extremely compelling. That the quality of the story is paralleled by the quality of the cast just ensures a place in the Pantheon of greats for the film. I also think it appropriate here to wish RIPs to both Hopper and Newman.
In any case, Debbie and I watched this rather sappy women's prison film together. I found the film overall to be much like Debbie herself; the ability of the film to titillate was undiminished by the toal vacuity of the film. Further, it was quite clear watching the film that here was another creation headed for the oblivion of all other such forgotten and valueless works. I predicted the ending some time within the first hour and sat back to enjoy a combination of buzzes.
I make mention of the film's ability to titillate. Indeed, I think that's generally what women's prison films are about. Some of you who are familiar with Brett Easton Ellis will recall that the protagonist in American Psycho was quite fond of a film called "Shemale Reformatory". To my mind, that's more or less emblematic of the genre, so long as you figure a chick with yarbles is more or less a chick (provided she's got the other bits right and dependent on positioning, if you follow - not that I've ever tried any such thing) and that a reformatory also features as an analogous playground for the power-luster.
This all impinges on my extension of the analogy. In the film, you see, there's a split scene in which one plot development (can't remember what) is interspliced with a fairly ugly scene in which a male prison guarding is "making love" to a female prisoner. They'd cut from one scene to the other. As the dual-scene progresses, the male guard goes about the business of a really beast-"makeloving" this raggy prison-chick, getting nearer and nearer to culminating his self-serving conquest of the hapless female prisoner. At the end, he squeals like a mouse a couple of time, fires his 30 cals, and peels himself off of the shabby doll of a prisoner.
As he pulls up his cop-pants and prepares to quit the room, he turns back to the prisoner, still lying spread-eagled on the concrete floor and says, "you're the worst f*** I've ever had."
Judging by the look on the prisoner's face, she didn't seem to take his critique seriously.
To my mind though, that statement really made the scene. If you're going to go porcine, you want to do it big and unabashedly.
