The Director Reviews... Who Killed Holly Hollywood?
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File Date: Thu, 30 Jun 1994 21:00:43
VCA Platium, 1994
Dir: John T. Bone
Playboy mag recommended this a month or so back, so I thought I'd
take them up on it...
CAST:
Christina Dior, Johnathan Morgan, John T. Bone, Madison, Peter
North, Brittany O'Connell,, Marc Wallice, Terry Thomas, Crystal
Wilder, Cumisha Amado, Brazil, Rick Blaine, Ron Jeremy
SYNOPSIS
Johnathan Morgan and Christiana Dior are undercover cops
and engaged to be married. They pull down the murder of Holly
Hollywood, a bitchy porn starlet. The twisty plot follows
through. I won't spoil it, though it wasn't the toughest thing
to spot...
Scene Breakdown:
Brazil/Peter North
A flashback scene of Holly while she was still
active in the business (read: not dead). It is a pretty short
scene, but Peter (as Peter is wont to do) launches one from her
crotch and hits her face. A good facial, not great, good. No
penile contact after cumshot. Fade out.
Tami Monroe/Jon Morgan
As a cop, he busts Tami for soliciation.
However, he makes her fuck him instead. (Will the plot twists
never end?) She doesn't seem to not want to fuck him (as any
right minded hooker would). As this is a John T. Bone film, she
gets a very good facial.
Cumisha Amado/John T. Bone
This is the first time I've ever seen
John T. in a sex scene. He must have really wanted Cumisha
Amado (God knows why, she's not my cup of tea...) I mean
really wanted her, because he came after literally a minute and
a half. A decent facial.
Brittany O'Connell
Brittany poses nude for Christina's camera.
(Christinahas gone undercover as a still porn photographer, to
get on the sets) I am no fan of Brittany's. However, all I had
to do was look at her here, as there was no sex involved, merely
nude modeling. And who knew if plot points would come up!
Madison/Brittany O'Connell
I hate the way Madison looks now and I
have already expressed my lack of enthusiam for Brittany, so
forgive me. They don't pay me enough to watch this scene. No
comment.
Crystal Wilder/Cumisha Amado/Terry Thomas
They model nude for
Christina's camera. Then the sex starts. Terry seems to pay
more attention to Cumisha than to his wife. He fucks Cumisha
then cums on her ass.
This scene shocked me for two reasons. One, no facial. Two,
no facial from Crystal Wilder. She has become such the one
trick pony of facials, as has John Bone (Thank God for him; her
I'm getting sick of), that their match didn't bring a facial
struck me as strange.
Ron Jeremy/Christina Dior
Not a sex scene. He plays Joe North
(Jim South?!?) and she decides to try to get into the business
to get even deeper undercover. He takes a few nude photos of
her, and makes some lewd comments and talks her out of it. I
mention this because it is the only time you see Christina fully
naked, and Ron doesn't fuck.
Christina Dior
Solo scene. While reviewing some porn footage, she
masturbates. This is a non-explicit scene. She is wearing
panties, and her hand is slipped under them. Is this gal a
porn actress? Has she done anything else?
Crystal Wilder/Marc Wallice
Marc plays Clinton Darke, (who probably
not so coincidentally wrote the movie -- a recent porn in-joke,
writers casting "studs" as themselves in their movies) a
bastion of self-pity if there ever was one. He pays friend
Crystal Wilder her day rate to sleep with him. A bizarrely
touching scene. He cums from her crotch and hits her face,
tits and belly.
CONCLUSION
A porn movie that wants to be more. It is directed
adequately by Mr. Bone who graces us with his presence and many
facials. The acting is decent, and many performers are in
non-sex roles.
I could have done without Cumisha Amado and Brittany O'Connell,
but I suppose they're in the industry and are going to be used.
Of course, this does not count as strikes against the movie in
anyone's book, but my own, and the rating is not affected by
their presence.
The plot is interesting in that the scenes concerning the
industry ring wth a certain sadness and regret. Like the
people realize they should be doing something else, but this is
where they ended up. This is best exemplified by Marc
Wallice's character. One can;t help but wonder how much
Clinton Darke loathes himself for writing these movies, or if
he is so content with himself that this is an ironic joke. Any
ideas?
The cop plot is just plain silly, but works in the context of
the movie. It moves things along and gets people into
situations where stangers having sex is not so odd.
RATING
I give this a reluctant 3.35. The effort put into this from an acting,
rather than fucking, standpoint puts it over the 3.00 limit.
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