In-Flight Service, 91 min

****Recommended For Rental**** Pack your bags and get ready to roll cuz we're off to the East Coast to sample a bit of New York-bred Seventies sleaze. The item at hand - In-Flight Service - is, in fact, the work of none other than the After Hours Collector's good buddy, Charles Lamont (better known to Sixties sexploitation fanatics as C. Davis Smith). A pure product of the infamous Kirtman Studios - New York's Gower Gulch of Z-grade sexploitation since its inception in the late 1960s - In-Flight Service is an off-kilter example of the kind of Gotham-born grind-fare that washed out into 8th Avenue's infamous filth-houses. The film's plot (you'll need a microscope to find it) follows the erotic adventures of two red-blooded roommates - an airline hostess and an exotic dancer. Hoping to be of service in every way, the slutty stewardess starts off by seducing one of her passengers in the cabin of a suspiciously empty airplane. Meanwhile, her horny roommate hits on a visiting hayseed who fumbles and bumbles his way into a little "urban hospitality." Returning to the apartment after a silly, soft-core romp on the seat cushions, the stewardess finds her roomie in flagrante delicto, diddles herself, then joins in the fun. Back on the airplane (a centerpiece of the Kirtman back lot), our horny airhostess is next inexplicably violated (in the middle of another very under-sold flight) by two obnoxious businessmen, one of whom is played by hardcore stalwart Bobby Astyr. While Bobby dances around with the stewardess's panties on his head (such a macher!), her roomie is simultaneously violated at the back entrance of a strip club. Neither gal takes the assault too seriously, however, and both settle into the spirit of the thing. For the film's grand finale (as if you haven't had enough already), a wild Halloween party degenerates into - you guessed it! - AN ORGY!