The Witches of Breastwick (2005)

If every plaguing nightmare could be as tactilely and emotionally fulfilling as the recurring dream that propels the plot of The Witches of Breastwick (2005), no man would ever have any motivation to wake up. Every time Breastwick’s hero (Matt Dalpaiz) lays down to sleep, his slumber is disturbed by visions of three angel-faced witches who lay him down nude style with plenty of verve and extra splashes of panache. In his waking hours, the bewitched wretch enlists his wife to help him track down the trio of tormenting demon women and bone each one of them in turn, thus freeing himself from their nocturnal curse. The dramatic conflict of Witches comes from wondering if its protagonist will be better off if his plan succeeds or if it fails.

This is a movie about a horny guy obsessed with horny witches, so as you’d expect there’s a lot of lady skin.  That’s true, but the man of the hour, Dalpaiz, is the stud that satisfies, both the witches and the viewers.  He’s a beautifully buff, boneriffic witch hunter.  His toned tushy gets a workout as it thrusts wildly into his many conquests.  Your eyes will be caught in the spell of his well defined back and strong shoulders.  Bubble boil, this guy could be trouble.