Lurid must-see peepshow behind the closed doors of the infamous (and at the time only recently legal) desert cathouse. The owner, an Italian nouveau-riche cheesepuff named Joe Conforte, takes us on a guided tour through his garish Vegas-style decor and crucifix collection, and endlessly justifies to the camera how a good Catholic boy could become the self-proclaimed King of Nevada pimpdom. Closeups of puffy acne-scarred features at cattle call as the girls tell their pathetic tales of sexual burnout, while greasy johns make feeble conversation pulling their pants up. Remember Rule 11: `No eating in the parlor'. Ugly, ugly
Review of Mustang: The House That Joe Built
