Birth

Birth is not just an adult film-it's a cinematic experience that challenges boundaries, explores vulnerability, and redefines what erotic storytelling can be. Casey Calvert, both in front of and behind the camera, delivers a deeply personal and fearless performance that is nothing short of captivating.

The direction is intimate and intentional, blending raw sensuality with emotional depth. Every scene feels purposeful, building a narrative that is as much about identity, transformation, and agency as it is about physical intimacy. Calvert's vision as a producer shines through-this is adult cinema elevated to the level of art house filmmaking.

The cinematography is stunning, using light and shadow to enhance mood and narrative, while the soundtrack subtly complements the emotional arcs. The supporting cast is equally strong, adding nuance and authenticity to the story.

Birth deserves praise for its unapologetic exploration of womanhood, autonomy, and the complexity of sexual expression. It's rare to find a film in this genre that speaks so powerfully to both the intellect and the senses.

Highly recommended for those seeking something thought-provoking, sensual, and profoundly human.

While cranking out thousands of porn vignettes for her Gamma and Adult Time ventures, producer Bree Mills occasionally creates would-be crossover features, ranging from "Teen Lesbian" to "Grinders". "Birth" is her attempt at a psychological horror movie, but the tedious kitchen-sink movie approach and barely disguised misandry of the final reel make the film anti-entertaining. (Note to Bree: if you want to make a fun genre movie in this vein, watch "I Don't Want to Be Born", a supernatural horror pic starring Joan Collins that I enjoyed at the drive-in five decades ago.)

Flat acting by the bad guy husband Seth Gamble (who seems to appear in every porn movie lately, giving lousy performances) is one of the movie's chief demerits, alongside Bree's inclusion of gonzo elements (a ridiculous nightmare gang bang for the anticlimax late in the pregnancy). Star Casey Calvert overacts when she's not sleepwalking through the central role.

"Bawdy by Gabe" gets credit for excellent SPFX, mainly prosthetics of fat-belly plus merkin pregnancy that are convincing when Casey approaches the finale of giving birth. But a lengthy "explanation" flashback segment at the end, spoon feeding the details of what's REALLY been going on during the film's story (and displaying some soapbox depiction of male villainy) is very groan-inducing filmmaking. All those awful Pure Taboo episodes have clearly gone to Bree's tendency toward hubris.