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Subject: REVIEW: "COVEN"
Date: 15 Sep 1993 14:44:09 GMT
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TITLE: "Coven"
DIRECTOR: Paul Thomas
STARRING: Janine Lindelmuller, Christi Lynn, Brittany O'Connel, Sean
Micheals(?), and a lot of other people
COMPANY: Vivid (shot on film)
I have really been holding off on reviewing this movie. But with Janine
in it, I know a lot of people will be looking to see it. I myself was rather
eagerly waiting for it ever since I first saw some of the ads from AVN. As
a result, I've forgotten some of the names of the performers and and other
little details like that. Bear with me.
What a let-down. After surprisingly good recent efforts (most notably
Blonde Justice I and II), ol' PT really manages to make a mess of this
movie. And that's really disappointing because there's quite a lot of
potential here. Witches, pagan rituals, Christy, and of course, Janine.
First, my gripes. It's a two-parter. The plot is...well, murky. It
seems to be about Christi being some sort of witch-in-waiting, and Janine is
going to show her how to be one and lead the coven. I guess. There are
numerous voice-overs which I suppose are there to add "atmosphere", but mostly
distract. Funky cuts in the sex scenes. And, the crowning bitch of all: The
sex is not all that hot. In fact, its often boring. If you're gonna bother
with making a porno, then this last element is crucial. Otherwise, why bother?
As for good stuff, well, there's Janine, looking hot. And Christi, also
looking very nice (bottle blonde with small, real breasts -- here, at least).
Most of the acting was not bad...when they had a chance to act, that is. Nice
sets and decent costumes. Good technical skills, lighting, sound, etc. Talk
about damning with faint praise...
I know I have some of these out of order. Please post corrections.
Scene 1: Sean and Christy. Standard couple sex, keeps being interrupted by
Christy's "visions" of Sean and Brittany having sex, plus shots of
the coven. Otherwise pretty good.
Scene 2: Sean and Brittany have sex on a car. Ordinary.
Scene 3: 3 guys and 1 woman have sex as part of a coven ritual. One guy is
Max Steiner/Hardcore, but its hard to tell with all the furs and
what-not. Sex by firelight, ho-hum.
Scene 4: More coven rituals in a cabin/house. Janine, Brittany, a blond woman
and a another man (Billy Dee? Can't remember). So-so. Janine only
does it with the girls.
Scene 5: Christi masturbating on a rooftop, and Janine doing much the same in
the great outdoors. Very pretty, almost hot, with some annoying
voice-overs.
Scene 6: Christi and Janine on the rooftop. This scene could have been SO
HOT, if done right. These two really beautiful women, bathed in
sunlight, etc. etc. What we get is only luke-warm. ARRGGHH!
Paul, you suck. :-)
As you can see just from this, what could have been a really hot, neat
movie with atmosphere and plot has been ruined by over-direction (IMO) and
lack of heat.
The previews to the second part *looked* very nice, with Christi joining
the coven and all, but will we be stuck with more of the same? I fear it
is so, but I'll blow the $3 on a rental anyway, just in case Paul manages to
somehow create a hot scene with Janine and Christi.
For technical merit, I give it 4 1/2 stars (out of 5). It really looks nice.
For sexual heat, I can only give it a warm.
For more better movies,
Jammer Jim Miller
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