Four years after their box office obliterating INSATIABLE, supernova Marilyn Chambers and director Stu Segall (a/k/a "Godfrey Daniels") return for a second helping. Production proves relatively frugal in comparison. Gone is the extensive yet pointless location shooting and even Sandra Chase's luxurious lifestyle, which has gone from opulent to comfortable, seems to have suffered somewhat from the all too familiar "Golden Age drawing to a close" syndrome that marks the difference between adult movies made in 1980 and 1984. In my opinion, these "restrictions" actually help the film out.
The original was, erotic fireworks notwithstanding, a fairly overblown affair, an attempt by the adult industry to infringe on the world of romping riches glorified by soft-core sinema, think EMMANUELLE and her myriad sisters in skin. Also, I felt that the addition of a deep-seated trauma (i.e. the death of her parents in a car crash a few years earlier) to narratively explain her healthy sexual appetites was wholly unnecessary, smacking of the type of "socially redeeming value" sex flicks of the '60s sought to provide, especially as it failed to engage viewer sympathy for her (far from pitiful) plight. The sequel proves more straightforward, detractors might even claim formulaic, but the boinking turns out far more enjoyable without all the baggage.
More or less picking up where INSATIABLE left off, Sandra Chase (Chambers) rules the world, or at least the entertainment industry as model turned actress turned authoress of tell all autobiography. Ace journalist Morgan Templeton (ageless Juliet Anderson) wants to learn whether all of her lofty carnal claims are actually true or mere fabrications to further increase her box office bank-ability. In the process, she learns a thing or two about her own all too long suppressed sensuality as a single mother of two teenage daughters on the verge of erotic awakening.
That's the "plot" in a nutshell but as with its predecessor, though a sheen of surface gloss effectively papered over the cracks, the sex scenes tell the real story. In this respect, the movie's considerably less Marilyn-centered than the first installment and, truth be told, none the worse for it. Sandra's loss of maidenhead to crude gardener David Morris on the pool table is recycled from the original which makes it a flashback to a flashback ! At least it's a great scene that still has not worn out its welcome on this reappearance. Hotter still as far as I'm concerned, since Marilyn's no longer required to act the coy teenager and can thus be her startling self instead, is Sandra's "afternoon delight" with experienced bondage master Jamie Gillis, by far the heated highlight on this second time around. The always appealing Anderson proves no slouch either in another scorching solo one of her specialties, as Chris Warfield's superlative sleeper PURELY PHYSICAL ably attests and her grand finale with Chambers and Bobbie (not Robbie nor Billy) Dee as the photographer who receives one of the most mouthwatering blow jobs ever caught on film from Marilyn earlier on, though eagle-eyed viewers will spot veteran performer Ron Jeremy "stunting" for the inserts. For those whose tastes run towards younger women, there's the dynamic duo of a very youthful Shanna McCullough and Valerie LaVeaux as Juliet's offspring, ganging up on Sandra's befuddled manager Paul Thomas. Hey, he's got no reason to complain ! Luscious LaVeaux made a few more appearances in Eve Milan's girlie shows FIRST TIME AT CHERRY HIGH and THE T & A TEAM before disappearing from view.
Arguable the most accomplished cinematographer gainfully employed by the adult industry, Jack Remy works wonders with comparatively limited resources, tripping the light fantastic to make seasoned sirens such as Chambers and Anderson (and, in a steamy fantasy sequence, the notoriously hard to photograph Janey Robbins) look like the goddesses we, true fans, know them to be. Marilyn would return to the material, sort of, making her third explicit comeback more than a full decade later in Veronica Hart's disappointing STILL INSATIABLE, a sequel in name only.
