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Vivid, 1995
Directed by Paul Thomas
CAST
Christy Canyon, Jen Teal, Asia Carrera, Shelby Stevens,
Christa Rain, Dallas, Tony Tedeschi, TT Boy, Ian Daniels,
Michael J. Cox, Steven St. Croix
SYNOPSIS
This is a hard film to synopsize. It's one part backstage
comedy, one part spoof of "The Real World", one part satire on
real life.
Basically, the story follows the production of Christy
Canyon's comeback film.
SCENE BREAKDOWN
Michael J. Cox/Christa Rain
A throwaway blowjob scene, used to demonstrate that we're
on a porn set. Mike dumps a small invisible load on her
chin.
Shelby Stevens/Ian Daniels
Christy watches as PT shoots a scene with Shelby and her
boyfriend, ian. The scene turns Christy on so she
masturbates. Her part of the scene is much hotter than
Shelby's.
I think this shows a basic difference of pornstars from
the early 80s to the early 90s. Christy knows she can't
get by on moans and tits alone. Shelby doesn't seem to
grasp that... at least not with this scene.
Shelby does get a missionary anal and a lame facial.
TT Boy/Dallas/Christy Canyon
Not a threeway, but a scene that proves a few different
things: the mind is the sexiest organ and when pushed TT
Boy is not repulsive.
Christy is not coming out of her dressing room. TT wants
her to so they can start shooting the movie. TT and
Christy talk their way through a sex scene through her
door. Dallas blows TT and then gets fucked by him as the
scene goes on.
TT and Christy give great performances here, which are
marred by the looping of lines. I watched this scene
with my best man and kept saying to him "Didn't they just
say that?"
Throughout the scene Christy goes from drawing glasses
and moustaches on her "competitions" pictures (ha-
sterical!) to hotly masturbating with a silver dildo.
When TT Boy cums on Dallas; tits, he is so spent by the
eroticism of the scene (or is it that the dark side took
over and killed the goodness that came out of this
scene?) that he can't perform...
Christy Canyon/Jen Teal
Jen is an up and coming star who is about to shoot her
first girl/girl and is nervous. Christy shows her the
light and they have a nice soft scene together.
Christy Canyon/Tony Tedeschi
A movie worth of tension is finally released as Tony and
Christy fuck each other's brains out. A good scene with
some hot mutual masturbation. He cums on her ass.
Christy Canyon/Steven St. Croix
Steve steps in since TT can't perform. The buildup to
the sex is quite funny. The scene itself is lukewarm,
but for dramatic purposes... we need to get the new Vivid
girl in the scene...
Christy Canyon/Asia Carrera/Steven St. Croix
That's better. The threeway progresses as most threeways
do. I don't remember how it ends and my notes are bereft
of any clues.
CONCLUSION
I LOVED THIS MOVIE. I was jonesing for Christy something
fierce and watched Pts Sex 2 some time ago to try and satisfy
the craving because I couldn't get a hold of this movie. Good
things come to those who wait.
The movie was funny as hell. Since everything took place in
the porn studio, we were treated to the noise of air wrenches
and phones ringing. For some reason this struck me as very
funny.
The dialog was great and the nonsex roles were handled quite
ably by PT (playing a satirical version of himself) and
(name?) the guy who played the writer.
Best line: when looking for an actor to take St. Croix's spot,
tedeschi looks at PT and says "Hey, you used to act..." and PT
looks at him and says "Yeah, but my wife would have my balls
for a cat toy" at which point a "meow" rips across the
soundtrack. Very funny.
The music was great by porn standards, mostly made up of big
band numbers, tho we did have to suffer through a typical
inane guitar rock piece. The big band theme was a cross
between "Chattanooga Choo Choo" and"Take the A Train" so that
everytime it came up we titled it "Take the X Train..."
Am I really gushing about a PT movie? Sure am. Hats off to
PT and the writer and Christy and everyone else involved.
Only downside was that some of the sex was only lukewarm (the
Shelby scene, the Christa Rain scene) but the scenes with
Christy were electric and most of all... fun.
I would be surprised if the scene with TT and Christy doesn't
pick up some major awards next year.
This one is a keeper.
PostScript
There was more to this movie than just sex. I thought the Christy scenes
were out of sight. The "lukewarm" scene between Christy and Steven St. Croix
was lukewarm because dramatically, St. Croix had to blow the scene, in order
for it to be saved by Asia Carrera...
The Christy scenes were very good, IMHO. Her shag with Tony Tedeschi was
pretty hot and passionate. Her scene with TT Boy (which was nothing more
than a mind fuck as they were not together) was far hotter than any sex in
the movie, and far overshadowed the physicality of TT's encounter with Dallas.
The TT scene was flat out erotic, which is amazing to me because I never
thought TT had it in him to be anything other than a pump machine.
And in the end, as with all reviewers, your milage may vary. Perhaps you're a
big ass-to-mouth man. I am not, and my rating will not correspond to your
tastes.
And one other quick thing that stuck in my craw... Tony Tedeschi is referred to as "Max" through the whole movie. Fine, no sweat. The very end credits though, reveal his charcater's name to be "Max Hardcore." Which I thought sucked, because
I HATE Max "Hardcore" Steiner; and
in a satire like this, to use a real guy's name (and a real guy so unlike the character) and just doesn't seem right to me... to the point where I've been thinking is there any of Steiner in this character? And while I trust the answer is no (mostly
because Christy was not anally dilated during their scene..) it still stuck out enough in my mind to make me wince.
Or maybe I'm taking this all too seriously....
RATING
On the Imperial scale: 3.65
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