Directed by Jim Enright. Writers: Frank Bukkwyd and Cash Markman
Cast: Chasey Lain, Tiffany Minx, Colt Steele, Steve St Croix, Amanda
Addams, Jordan Lee, TT Boy
Jim Enright's a fine director in my opinion. He's come out with some
good movies in the last few years. Immediately things like "Bikini Beach"
come to mind for sexual impact alone, while classics like "Arabian
Nights" win hands down in the humorous pornos of recent years. One of the
Enright films that I liked a lot was a little movie called
"Unforgettable" made a few years back with Jonathan Morgan (with long
hair) and Alexis DeVell. A great little film with a clever script, a good
soundtrack and some nice videography. But.... (and it's a big but) this
movie sucks.
I've always thought it a great idea to set a porno movie in the 50's.
You could have some kind of plot revolving around a dance contest
(twisting, etc) and maybe set it in highschool. After all, the fifties
had some very erotic symbolism going for it. The breaking of sexual
taboos. The short pleated skirts. The wild innocence of it all. But this
movie just tosses it all away in favour of repetetive, unmotivated sex.
You'd at least expect it to have some 50's style rock and roll for a
soundtrack but NO! just the same old corny porno music (TM) that we've
heard in almost everything released since 1988. AAARGGH! How could they
waste this many resources?!?!
Okay, let's move on to fact, instead of opinion. The film opens with
Colt Steele (plank of wood) and Chasey Lain (plank of wood) having a
conversation (in monosyllables of course) about him spending too much
time at work or something, and never having time for her. This is
followed by endless shots of Chasey masturbating as the credits roll. I
guess this gives you something interesting to look at while reading the
creds, but it's hardly red hot material. Nowhere near as good as, say,
Traci Lords' masturbation scene in Robert McCallum's "Young and Restless
II". That's all they should all be done,IMHO. But anyway, she then falls
asleep and drifts back in time to the fifties. (Haven't we seen this sort
of thing before with this girl. I call to the stand "Film Buff" in which
she dreamt she was back in time appearing in classic films and "The
Original Wicked Woman" where she just went back in time for the fun of
it?) She's wearing a monstrous outfit that belongs on a surrealist
catwalk more than it does in the fifties and she's also made-up to the
nines in a very non-50's manner.
The room that she wakes in is well furnished I suppose but her costume
destroys the plausibility of it all. She walks into the next room where
her two roommates are sitting (Tiffany Minx, looking quite nice, and a
newcomer who according to the credits is called Lindsey May. I hope very
much to NEVER EVER see this girl again. SHE'S REVOLTING!) (IMHO of
course). They have a conversation in which Chasey says that women don't
have enough rights in the 50's (YAWN!) and then they break in to
(surprise!) a g/g/g scene. (After some dialogue like :
Tiffany : Girls shouldn't do this sort of thing with each other!
Chasey : They can where I come from.
Tiffany : I thought you came from Detroit.)
Tiffany looks nice, but Chasey's wearing FAR too much make up to be
appealing and Lindsey May's just plain horrible. I can't stress this
point enough!!! This scene goes on for way too long, then we move on to
Chasey going down to the local diner. This set is quite nice, admittedly.
The best thing in the film. Amanda Addams plays the waitress, who has a
short conversation with Chasey, in which our girl from the future fills
her up with some more women's lib bullshit. Amanda sees Steve St Croix
and Colt sitting at a table and decides to spread some gossip about
Steveroonie. Apparently he's a mechanic and when Jordan Lee can't pay the
bill, he and his pal TT Boy decide to DP her. It's mercifully short,
thank goodness, with no way of telling who's on top and who's underneath.
The scene ends with double facials. TT's is fair, but severed completely
by horrible editing (on behalf of Mr Enright himself) and Steve's looks
good but again is cut off by the editing.
Still, we flash back to the restaurant, where Amanda says that she'd
love a piece of that rebel wild boy, Steve. Incidentally, have I
mentioned how much I like Steve St Croix yet? I think he's one of the
finest actors in the business and should definately try his hand at
mainstream (non-porn) movies. Here he's sporting the only authentic
haircut in the film, too (A kind of Elvis-esque quiff). Anyhow, back to
the plot. Chasey leaves with Colt after having an "all men are bastards"
rant at him, leaving Amanda to screw Steve. She's not exactly my cup of
tea, but she does her best and tries to look as if she's having fun at
least, as Steve does her over the tables. The scene ends in what could
have been a good facial, had the two best shots not sped straight past
her. She does catch one load though. (as a note to all you facial fans
out there, all the scenes in this movie finish in facials.)
We now skip to outside Chasey's house (Which by the way, looks VERY
non-50's) where Tiffany and her boyfriend TT are inside. No real
dialogue here, they just screw. WHY, OH WHY, take the best girl in the
cast and couple her with a schmuck like TT Boy? What a mistake. This
could have been enjoyable if, say, Steve St Croix had taken the duty, but
TT ruins it with his idiot mug and annoyingly high-pitched vocal. They
screw every which way but loose atop various kitchen furniture, before he
eventually climaxes all over her face. An okay facial. Tiffany looks very
hot, indeed. (Have I said that enough times already?)
The final scene.... Chasey takes Colt into the bedroom where she gives
him yet more women's lib stuff (Which I have nothing against, usually,
but this girl just seem to want to hammer it down every body's throats
until we're all sick)until he mumbles something like "Iloveu" very
quietly, and SNAP! Just like that, they start screwing. (Despite her
saying that he treats her bad, and that women should think for themselves
and all this? Hyprocrisy in action?) She starts off by sucking him then
decides that he has to put on a condom if he wants to screw her. I'm all
for safe sex in "real life" (TM) but I don't thinkthat condoms belong in
the porn industry. He does one of the patented Colt Steele sixty second
screws (See also "Boiling Point") before titty-fucking her (sans condom,
incidentally) and trying pitifully to master a facial, but failing
miserably and cumming on her neck instead. I'm really starting to dislike
this guy.... We now flash forward to the present day where Colt gives
Chasey a ring and they embrace at the end (her forgiving him for all his
mistakes, despite earlier on claiming that he was an SOB.)
Overall verdict : A crappy movie with a feminazi script that Teri
Diver could have written. Obviously Frank Bukkwyd (whoever he/she is) was
responsible as Cash Markman couldn't lower himself to this sort of shit
(I hope). The sex is crap, too, despite all scenes ending in facials.
I'll be nice and give this a VERY generous 1.50 on the Imperial
Scale.
Happy viewing.
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