THE DEVIL IN MISS JONES 2 (1982) ** ½

Devil in Miss Jones was truly a classic that transcended the hardcore genre.  Director Gerard Damiano made a film that, in addition to being damned fine erotica, was also a great movie.  This sloppy, occasionally humorous sequel has no such aspirations.

You know you’re getting something different right from the first scene.  Miss Jones (once again played by Georgina Spelvin) is still stuck in Hell and more desperate than ever to get off.  She crawls to Cyrano De Bergerac (Alan Adrian) and climbs on top of his dick nose and rides his face.  Then two guards with dick-shaped helmets haul her away to see Lucifer (Jack Wrangler).  Naturally, she seduces Lucifer by sucking on his pointed tail and then fucks him till he has a flaming orgasm.  Satisfied, he makes her a deal so she can go back to earth and finally cum.  

So far, so not bad.  However, the wheels begin to fall off once Miss Jones gets out of Hell.  It’s here where Lucifer puts her soul into the bodies of different women.  First, she inhabits a call girl (Jacqueline Lorians) before hopping inside a soldier (Joanna Storm), and then a prudish door to door saleswoman (Anna Ventura) whose Tupperware is transformed into sex toys.  

All this is mildly amusing.  It’s just a pity that Spelvin couldn’t have stuck around longer.  I guess the filmmakers could only afford her for a day or two.  Either that, or she was just ready to move on to greener pastures.  Either way, her presence is sorely missed throughout the rest of the film.  It’s especially disappointing considering her performance was best thing about the original.

Director Henri (Jailhouse Girls) Pachard’s vision of Hell is also much different than that of Gerard Damiano’s.  Gone is the sparse sets and minimalistic approach.  Instead, we get outlandish sets populated by performers wearing crazy outfits, some of who are made up to be famous historical figures (like Marie Antoinette and Cleopatra).

Overall, this is more of a cash-in than a true continuation, but it’s not without its charm.  I have a soft spot (or a hard spot I guess you could say) for these early ‘80s hardcore films that at least tried to be wacky and emphasized crazy production design over the sex.  Too bad Hell’s “No Orgasms” rule cuts down on the number of money shots, which is disappointing.  (There’s an annoying “Orgasm Alert” every time someone goes to bust a nut.)

The big problem is that the women Miss Jones swaps places with just can’t compete with Spelvin.  Lorians tries, but she is simply unable to fill Spelvin’s shoes.  R. Bolla is a lot of fun as “The Devil’s Advocate” though.  You’ll wish he had been cast as the devil instead of the boring Jack Wrangler.

Sure, much of The Devil in Miss Jones 2 is frustratingly uneven.  Sometimes, it threatens to get on your nerves.  (If you play a drinking game where you take a shot every time someone says, “There are no orgasms in hell”, you’ll be in a coma before the credits roll.)  Then again, it has Ron Jeremy licking his own dick, so there’s that.