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Dysfunctional couple John Ross and Kevin Kramer live in an apartment block overlooking Fire Station Number 9. Their bedroom window offers a generous view of the station entrance where humpy firefighters come and go and fuss over their trucks, and facilitates glimpses into the upstairs locker room where sweaty soot-caked firemen strip for après-conflagration showers. Ross, a tight-assed nine-to-fiver, is enraged by the inability of Kramer, a meringue-brained sex puppy, to tear himself away from the window long enough to find a job. Suspicions that this mismatched pair are clinically batty seem confirmed by their surroundings, whose artful display of squashy stuffed toys against a Necco-wafer color scheme suggests a venture into interior design by Petunia Stupid.

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There are four sex scenes, three of which take place inside Kramer's head. He fantasizes three-ways among two sets of firehunks. First Peter Wilder, Scott Daniels, and Doug Perry get it on with abandon in the firehouse locker room; later Jack Simmons, Dax Kelly, and Rip Stone cavort all over a shiny red fire engine-- an L.A. County Fire Department pumper, no less (how did Centaur Films get permission to use it?)-- parked somewhere in the great outdoors. Between these reveries, Kramer, a secret smoker, falls asleep and dreams of dozing off with a lighted cigarette that sets fire to the apartment, necessitating his rescue by Logan Reed, a vision in egg-yellow oilskin. Checking Kramer for burns, Reed somehow inserts his tongue, followed quickly by his dick, into Kramer's anus. The remarkable marathon fuck that ensues covers every flat surface in Kramer's charred living room. (Judging by this and his funny, deadpan turn in Bruce LaBruce's Hustler White, where he's memorably gang-banged by the entire staff of an all-black escort service, Kramer's propensity for getting fucked has become a vocation.)

In the last sequence, aggressive gutter-mouthed top Vince Rockland, a fireman Kramer has admired from afar as "the one that's hotter than hell," trains his hose on the uptight but malleable Ross while Kramer is out. As they're mopping up, Kramer bursts in and goes into a snit. Disappointingly, the video ends without exploring the possibilities of Rockland, Ross and Kramer as a trio. Hotter Than Hell isn't quite what its title promises. Nevertheless, as concocted by horndog director Chip Daniels, it's hotter than much of its competition, and it's idiotic fun.