Prelude To Love is a movie I came across (no pun intended) by accident on satellite T.V in early 1996. It was a Saturday night, and I'd just gone to bed, and was channel surfing, when I was confronted by the sight of a voluptuous woman (Ashley Rhey) going at it with some guy. I watched the rest of the movie transfixed, and when it was repeated, I caught it from the beginning, which captured my attention straight away, featuring as it did Tamara Landrey's character Jennifer doing things with a male model backstage at a fashion show that I'm sure Stella McCartney wouldn't approve of.
The thing about Prelude To Love is that it's actually quite a good movie. The storyline (underhand dealings in the world of fashion) is entertainingly handled, with the cast performing very well, especially the aforementioned Tamara Landrey, who is a brilliant bitch as the double-crossing Jennifer (the guy who plays the evil owner of the rival modeling agency is also a good actor, although he looks about twelve)
Okay, let's get to the important bit. The sex scenes in this movie are all good, both in terms of frequency and length, although the music used in these scenes is lousy. The best scene of the lot is where the characters Eric and Carrie hook up. Actress Doria Rone has one of the best orgasm faces in movies, and her energetic trashing about is highly watchable. The final scene, between Lanie and Eric on a pool table, is good, even if at one point it looks like Eric is trying to apply some bizarre wrestling move
