SERPENT'S LAIR
This succubus really sucks!

The cover of this movie features our succubus vixen chick and a mirror, and her reflection in the mirror is the image of a...what's that you say?  A serpent?  Yeah, you'd think that from the title.  No, it's a cat.  The only serpents I see in this movie come in the form of some snake heads carved into a fountain.

Jeff Fahey stars as a high-end real estate dealer who moves into a new place with his wife (superfox Heather Medway, who hadn't yet sullied her resume with
The Fear, let alone that unbelievably silly "Viper" show).  It appears to be a rather spacious house - I mean, look at it! - but there's frequent references to "the guy across the hall" and such, so I guess it's an apartment.  Anyway, they take in this black cat which promptly decides there's only room for one pussy in this guy's life, so it starts shitting on the wife's shoes, leaving dead mice lying around her, and eventually, causing her to fall down the stairs.  When she's in the hospital, he's visited by this seductress who's nowhere near as hot as Medway is (played by Lisa B., suggesting that she was ashamed to leave her real name attached to this project) (as if her only other screen credit, that very last Chris Farley movie, was worth attaching her name to).  Unsurprisingly, the cat makes no appearance while she's onscreen.  The rest of the movie can be figured out from there.

Pretty much your run-of-the-mill straight-to-video erotic-horror movie, neither erotic nor horrifying.  Medway is criminally underused, this "B" chick has all the appeal of that little bit of orange juice at the bottom of the jug after it's been left out for three days, and Fahey's just picking up his check.   

Our feline femme fatale purrs lines like "You eat fish when it's ready to be eaten...and this fish is ready." when she cooks our hero dinner.  Is this supposed to be funny or sexy?  Hell if I can tell.  The closest thing to horror here is when it's revealed that the succubus's previous geni-thrall cut off his own dink to get away from her.  Near the end of the movie.  Wouldn't it have been a nice touch if we'd had an idea about that near the beginning, to give the proceedings a sense of dread that wasn't the dread of this movie going on and on and on?

Also known as The Nesting; not to be confused with the "haunted brothel" movie of the same title.  Filmed in Romania, where crap like this is made cheaply enough that you can crank out about a dozen flicks like this a week.  To be avoided - nay, to be shunned.  And I mean Amish-style.  You've just gotta pretend it's not there. 

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