Vivid Video (Wave) Dir: Toni English. Writer: Cash Markman. Stars: Tera Heart, Mike Horner, Brittany O Connell, Yvonne, Mark Davies, Marc
Wallice, Colt Steele, "Miss" Sharon Mitchell.
Not really characteristic of VIVID (ie prententious, arty, expensive,
etc) "Stiletto", one of their releases on the WAVE could easily be passed
as your average one-day wonder from any old company of the street. This
company seem to flit from one end of the spectrum to the other. One
minute it's high budget, arty, boring crap then the next is low budget,
stupid, yet still boring crap. What's with them?
Anyway, enough about that. I generally like Toni English as a director
(as far as VIVID goes. Hey! "Boiling Point" wasn't THAT bad, was it?
"BadGirls" had it's moments... sort of) and Cash Markman gets my vote as
being one of the best script writers ever to hit the porno business (see
almost any of the stuff he's done with Scotty Fox.) so this movie's a
grave disappointment. It stars Mike Horner as a hard-boiled private eye
(again!). It seems that he can only play creepy geeks or hard boiled
detectives! It begins with Mike being hired by "Miss" Sharon Mitchell
(Off-subject ramblings:- What's with this "Miss" business? Is this her
idea of a porno knighthood? I hope not, and if it is I'd like to know
what she's done to deserve it! Yes, sure, she's been in the business for
a long time, but IMHO it's REALLY starting to show. No offense meant to
her fans, but she is really revolting, esp. in this film. I don't mind
her polluting my screen as long as she doesn't make a big deal of it.
"Miss" Sharon Mitchell indeed! Maybe I'm wrong and it's just a big sign
that she's still single and desperately trying to find a man! SOME HOPE!
Then again, could even be an attempt to slam the rumours circulating that
she's actually a man? Anyway, sorry, I degress, back to the review :-) to
find proof that her husband is having an affair. Mike says he'll do it
and off he goes while Sharon, Brittany O Connell (Who I used to like,
until I saw how remarkably pudgy and ugly she looks in this movie)
and some lamer called Bobby Vitale (I haven't seen him before) do a
three-way. Sharon's just plain awful, Brit's fat and Bobby's a
dime-a-dozen porn stud. The scene last for hours and the cum shot is
crap. He tries for a facial but misses both girls. It would have been
crap anyhow. With much more of this I'll have to get a replacement FF
button. It's looking overused...
Next scene : Mike is atop a hill, looking through a pair of
binoculars. He's spying on businessman Marc Wallice (Sharon's husband),
his secretary Yvonne and his client Mark Davies (sporting his usual
obviously fake US-accent). Marc leaves and instructs Yvonne to
"entertain" his guest. They screw. We've seen Mark and Yvonne screw each
many times before, and this isn't one of their best moments, so FF
through this one, too. She's not brilliant, but better than the last two
and he's just annoying, IMHO. The cum shot's a facial, by the way, but
nothing worth the wait, although it's notable that she does actually
"ASK" him to cum on her face, something which doesn't happen that often
and, I feel, adds a bit to the scene. Not much, in this case, but
something, nonetheless.
Following this, Mike follows Marc to the apartment of a strange woman,
Tera Heart (I thought (hoped) she'd retired), whom he screws on the bed,
while Mike takes photos. Tera doesn't seem very enthusiastic and Marc's
lost his touch. (Anyone remember his scene with Traci Lords in "Open Up
Traci" back in 1984. God! That must be one of the HOTTEST scenes I've
ever witnessed... But anyway, I degress, again...) so we have more
FF-Fodder. The cum shot is on her back and she ignores it and lies
completely still, as if waiting for the production manager to come along
with a towel and wipe it off after they've cut.
The "plot" quickly skips on to Mike (after giving the photos to
Sharon) meeting up with Brittany in private to discuss the case. (Can't
remember why. I thought he'd just solved it anyway?) None of this
dialogue is useful to the plot and it merely serves as an excuse for a
sex scene. Brit brings in Yvonne (Whattsa matter? Couldn't afford a
cast?) and this one contains mild S&M overtones, with Mike being
handcuffed for about 20 seconds of the scene. The lighting is peculiar
and I don't think that Yvonne actually gets penetrated in this one,
whereas Brittany gets it from all directions (no anal, tho', if I recall
correctly). Okay, if you can put up with what Miss O'Connell has become
in recent years when compared to her early stuff then you may enjoy this
scene, but otherwise reach for the remote. (You can also expect a visit
from some nice men in white coats shortly) I can't remember where the cum
shot was. Sorry. It all went by so quickly....
Now, the plot swerves away on a curve to Mike becoming obsessed with
the mysterious woman he saw Marc with (A nice twist, shame it had to
happen 60 minutes or so into the movie!), so he follows her to a hotel
room where he learns that she has a "Insatiable appetite for sex" (HA!).
She screws Colt Steele on a bed, with Mike watching. Colt's one my
personal worst performers of modern time, with his premature ejaculations
and his monosyllabic mumble of a voice, and here (although he doesn't cum
too soon) is no exception. Tera lies there virtually asleep while we're
forced to endure loooong boring shots of Colt whacking it in. The angle
is cliche'd and repetetive. If I have another shot like it I'll throw up.
Where's John Stagliano when we need him?! Eventually he cums (on her
butt) weakly and falls asleep (much like I was doing... Falling asleep
that is) while she, because she has an (cough!) "insatiable appetite for
sex", masturbates for literally about five seconds then stops, abruptly
and we cut back to Mike. There's a mild plot twist at the end, but no
more sex, and in case you want to watch this film I won't give the game
away. It's the high point of the movie, but that ain't sayin' much....
Overall Verdict : A grave disappointment from English and (especially)
Markman, showing once again that most modern films I watch nowadays are
crap. Also the lack of a female cast (only three women and Sharon (he/she
perhaps?) with all three doing two scenes each) doesn't help much. Mike's
okay as the PI and the plot twist at the end makes you think that maybe
they had an idea in their heads, even if they fucked it up totally by
arsing around at the start. Sex is awful, every scene a definate FFF
(Fast Forward Fiesta) and mediocre videography to boot. I'll be nice and
give this one a 1.60 on the Imperial Scale.
Happy viewing.
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