Breeders (Tim Kincaid, 1986)

nDo virgins wear leopard-print skirts? Do virgins snort cocaine? Do virgins look like LeeAnne Baker? Breaking down the stereotypes of what constitutes a virgin in today’s lackadaisical labiascape, Breeders is here to smash your preconceived notion of what female celibacy looks like. Yet, while it’s doing all that, it also titillates, horrifies, and, most importantly, it entertains like a ten pound mothersbaugh. Cascading like a mucus-laden waterfall onto the crease-filled lower back of a dilapidated blonde, sci-fi horror/exploitation auteur extraordinaire Tim Kincaid (Bad Girls Dormitory, Mutant Hunt, Robot Holocaust, etc.) has decided to tackle the festering blight that is human reproduction. As an old-school Friend of Dorothy, Mr. Tim Kincaid (a.k.a. Joe Gage) views mating as that vulgar activity straight people like to engage in every so often. While he appreciates their tendency to make new gays, he finds the act itself to be obscene. Nowadays, though, that attitude has softened somewhat, as everyone, even Lance Bass and, N.P.H., seem to be using their sperm for reproductive purposes. But there are still those out there, the hardcore, the unflappably fabulous, who equate copulation with farm animals and white supremacists. And this film, made in, where else?, New York City circa 1986, encapsulates that anti-intercourse principle in the most succinct terms possible. Sure, on the surface, the film might seem like it’s about a slimy alien life-form who collects virginal Manhattanites in order to mate with them. But having closely examined this film from every angle imaginable, it’s obviously about much more than that. For starters, are there that many women in New York City who are still virgins? I doubt it. No, what Tim Kincaid has done is he’s replaced the gay men–in other words, guys who rarely ever see the inside of a functioning vagina–with a bunch of straight women who have never seen the inside of a functioning cock–and by “inside,” I’m referring to the seminal fluid it dispenses, not the blood and spongy tissue that keep the cock cock-like.
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nAs far as theories go, that’s probably one of the most intelligent things I have ever read. You think? Oh, yes. It’s true, a mentally challenged unicorn could have figured out that a film called “Breeders,” a film that was written and directed by the man who brought us Kansas City Trucking Co., El Paso Wrecking Corp. and L.A. Tool and Die, might possess a slightly negative stance when it comes to the subject of birthing and babies. However, you laid out your theory in a manner that was easy to digest. And for that, I salute you. Why, thank you. I appreciate that.
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nEven though I mentioned her right off the bat, it was hard for me not to go on a wordy tangent that lavished an insane amount of praise on the creamy shoulders of LeeAnne Baker, who plays Kathleen, the statuesque nurse who thinks something “spooky” is going on at the Manhattan hospital she works. Yeah, what was up with that? I mean, don’t you usually start off your Tim Kincaid movie reviews with a creepy, yet mildly endearing tribute to LeeAnne Baker, the finest actress the video screen has ever seen? I guess. I don’t know. It all depends on how big her part is. And in Breeders she’s merely a supporting player.
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nThe real star of Breeders, believe or not, is Tim Kincaid himself, as he has made, what I think, is his masterpiece. Teaming up with his go to makeup artist, Ed French, the guys who did the music for Mutant Hunt, Don Great and Thomas Milano (the so-called “theme from Mutant Hunt” is featured throughout this film), and his usual assortment of Tim Kincaid regulars, all the elements seem come together in this film.
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nOne of those Tim Kincaid regulars I just alluded to appears in the opening scene as film’s first victim. Getting out a taxi cab in disgust, Donna (Natalie O’Connell) turns toward the cab and starts yelling at her date. While I didn’t quite catch every insult she hurled in his direction (he obviously did something to piss her off), I did hear her say something about a “second rate Italian restaurant.” Either way, alone in a weird part of the city, with only her fishnet pantyhose to keep her warm, Donna finds herself in a precarious situation. Don’t worry, though, a kindly old German man walking his dog will make sure she makes it home safely, or will he?

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nJust like the slit on her leopard-print skirt, kindly old German men are unpredictable. What the hell does that mean? Well, you see, when the wind hits the slit on Donna’s leopard-print skirt, it causes it to flap haphazardly from side to side in a manner that can best be described as unpredictable.
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nI’m still not following. It would seem that the kindly old German man isn’t as kindly as he initially lead on. Okay, I got it. Waking up in the hospital, Donna was apparently the victim of a bizarre rape; “bizarre” because her vagina was not filled to the brim with the sperm of a not-so kindly old German man, but with an organic matter of unknown origin. The doctor in her care, Dr. Gamble Pace (Teresa Farley), and the detective assigned to her case, Det. Dale Andriotti (Lance Lewman), are both at a loss. The doctor, who is wearing a white lab coat with a taupe skirt, is at a loss because she’s never seen anything like this, and the detective, who is wearing a brown blazer, can’t understand why Donna is having trouble remember anything about the attack.
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nMeanwhile, over in the fashion district, a slinky brunette is putting on a modeling clinic at a nearby loft. Posing in a variety of different bathing suits (my favourite being the black and white bikini), Karinsa (Frances Raines) is doing her best to make sure Gail (Amy Brentano), a fashion photographer, gets all the angles she needs; with a little help from Alec (Adriane Lee), a makeup artist, and Ted (Matt Mitler), a hair stylist.
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nIt’s one thing for me to believe that a woman who wears a leopard-print skirt with fishnet pantyhose is a virgin, it’s another thing all together for me to believe that a fashion model who does cocaine and likes to do aerobics in the nude is a virgin as well. Oh, didn’t I mention that Donna was a virgin before the attack? Well, she was. And so is Karinsa, a coked-up model/former gymnast from Wisconsin.
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nPopping a tape into her boombox, Karinsa snorts a couple of lines of her beloved cocaine and removes the blue bikini she was wearing when the photo shoot ended (Gail, Alec, and Ted have gone out for Thai food), and proceeds to stretch in the nude. Hey, look. Ted’s back. How embarrassing. Covering herself up with a towel, Karinsa stands awkwardly to the side as Ted retrieves his wallet; oh, that Ted is a sly one, using the old forgotten wallet trick to get him a look-see at Karinsa’s beautiful backside. Um, hello? Ted’s a hair stylist who lives with his mother. Yeah, so, that doesn’t mean he can’t appreciate Frances Raine’s rotund bum.
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nIt doesn’t look like Ted’s in the mood to appreciate any ass today, as he has starts to convulse on the floor of Gail’s studio. Looking on in horror, well, sort of, she looks more stunned than anything else, Karinsa finally begins to scream when blood starts erupting from his mouth and chest. And just like that, Karinsa is no longer in the presence of a wallet-forgetting hair stylist who lives with his mother, she is now face-to-face, at least I think it had a face, with a slimy creature covered in dark nipples.

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nDon’t get me wrong, I love Frances Raines, she gorgeous to the max. And the deadpan style of acting that Teresa Farley is employing is, to put it mildly, off the charts in terms of being impassively matter-of-fact in a hospital setting. Oh, and I’m totally down with the leopard-print skirt-related antics of Natalie O’Connell; her New York accent is adorable. But we want LeeAnne Baker, and we want her now. Be patient. I’m sure she’s gonna come along soon.
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nIn the meantime. No! Fuck the meantime! We want LeeAnne Baker! You have given me no choice. What do we want? We want to see LeeAnne Baker’s long legs encased in white stockings or pantyhose! When do we want it. Um, now? If it’s not too much trouble. Fine. Towering over Dr. Gamble Pace on the roof of the hospital, Kathleen (LeeAnne Baker), a nurse who works at…yeah, yeah, she works at the hospital, get to the part where you tell us what she’s wearing. Man, you’re quite the…just do it! Wearing a dark coat over top her white nurses uniform, which includes a nurse’s cap, a white shirt, a white skirt, white nylons, and a pair of white pumps, Kathleen tells Dr. Pace that she’s afraid. Concerned about the recent spate of attacks on young women, Kathleen is clearly on edge.
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nIn order to quell her fears, Dr. Pace tells Kathleen that she’s a “big girl.” In other words, stop being a baby and focus on the task at hand.
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nAs Kathleen leaves the roof, we get a great shot of the back of LeeAnne Baker’s white nylon-adorned legs in motion. Less importantly, we can’t help but notice that the creature who attacked the leopard-print virgin and the coked-up virgin was lurking nearby as Kathleen and Gamble spoke. Since Donna (the leopard-print virgin) is still out of it, Dr. Pace and Det. Andriotti decide to interview Karinsa (the coked-up virgin). Unlike Donna, Karinsa remembers who attacked her. Yelling, “it was Ted,” Karinsa’s half-crazed outburst has given Det. Andriotti his first break in the case. But then again, most LeeAnne Baker fans probably didn’t catch any of these plot developments, as they were probably too busy watching LeeAnne Baker, who was standing in the background for the duration of the scene. 
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nThere’s nothing to distract LeeAnne Baker fans in the upcoming scene, as Breeders becomes “The LeeAnne Baker Show” for the next ten or so minutes. If the sound of her white pumps hitting the pavement as she walked home wasn’t exquisite enough, her walk gets its own music. As the music, which we’ll call, “Kathleen’s Walking Home Theme,” plays while she walks, I could help but notice that she has one of the sexiest walks I have ever seen. Now, was her jaunt in white nylons as iconic as her black stockings stroll in Necropolis? Not quite. Nonetheless, LeeAnne Baker + Walking + Nylons = Cinematic Heaven.
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nAfter watching LeeAnne Baker walk in white nylons as seen from the front, the side, and the back, it’s time to see them being taken off in a slow, deliberate fashion. Entering her kitchen, LeeAnne Baker/Kathleen grabs a giant pot from the fridge and places it on the counter. Having accomplished this feat with flying colours, LeeAnne Baker/Kathleen turns her attention to the removal of her nurse’s uniform. And you what that means? We’re about to find out what kind of hosiery she’s wearing.
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nRemoving her jacket first, then her nurse’s hat, LeeAnne Baker/Kathleen pauses for a moment, before continuing to disrobe. Unfastening the buttons on her short sleeve nurse’s shirt, LeeAnne Baker/Kathleen pauses yet again. It’s obvious she senses something is wrong. Well, whatever it is, her skirt and nylons aren’t going to remove themselves, so she rectifies this with an abrupt hiking motion.
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nAnd, if you ask me, it was a little too abrupt. In fact, it was so abrupt, that I didn’t get a chance to see LeeAnne Baker’s thighs being gripped by the tightness of her nylons.
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nInstead of getting angry about the abruptness of the hiking motion, I’ve decided to use my imagination. Okay, I’m imagining LeeAnne Baker. She’s standing in her kitchen. The camera pans down to her feet (which still are adorned with white nylons and a pair of white pumps) to reveal a white skirt dropping to the floor around her ankles. Putting her right foot on top a chair, LeeAnne Baker proceeds to unattach, not before caressing her right legs with both hands, the suspenders that are keeping her white stockings up. After both stockings have been removed in this fashion, a naked LeeAnne Baker heads towards the bathroom.
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nUnlike the disrobing scene, LeeAnne Baker’s artful profile filmed from every possible angle as she showers. Capturing her Lois Ayres-esque beauty in a manner that will satisfy even the most ardent of LeeAnne Baker fans, the soapy shower scene (lather those perky breasts, you svelte sex goddess), much like the kitchen scene, features many pauses. Does she have a reason to be skittish? I don’t know, but LeeAnne Baker is now clean as whistle and sporting a towel.
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nWho am I kidding? You know something slimy and gross is coming her way. And I don’t mean her boyfriend, Brett (Mark Legan), a real jackass who must have been standing on a milk crate when he stood next to the statuesque nurse wearing a towel, as there’s no way he’s taller than LeeAnne Baker; after all, she is, to quote Dr. Gamble Pace, “a big girl.”
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nAll women have something slimy and gross coming their way, and the six women, seven, if you include the bag lady (Rose Geffen), who appear in Breeders are no different. As expected, Gail, the photographer, and Alec, the makeup artist, are both visited by an alien sex fiend; the latter’s encounter involves legginess (don’t underestimate the intrinsic allure of a virginal makeup artist’s gams) and the world’s unluckiest rapist.
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nAs the film goes underground (follow the red brick road), Breeders enters what I like to call, it’s mucus pit phase. In other words, if you enjoyed watching adult female virgins wandering around naked, you’re gonna love seeing them all together in a giant vat of mucus. And, yes, you know who is front and centre in the sticky nest. Actually, she was placed in the back of the giant vat. Remember kids, LeeAnne Baker is a big girl. Always place her at the back when filming a group of naked ladies writhing in a pit filled to the brim with mucus, as you don’t want her to block the other women.

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nvideo uploaded by Yoko Rodriguez

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