Lesbian PsychoDramas 40

Girlfriends Films doesn't give any writing credits, perhaps wise in this case, as the pretty actresses are given flowery dialogue (out of some corny romance novel) that never sounds natural in the four vignettes of #40 of this tired series.

Years back, these psychodramas were often weird and even amusing, but director B. Skow has drained the life out of 'em. After some okay Sapphic sex, the characters all fall asleep in each other's arms, looking weary and satisfied. As a viewer I shared their weariness but was not satisfied.

I suspect the underlying problem has to do with an erroneous assumption. Skow and his actresses are used to thinking that Gonzo Porn is exciting, while traditional Romantic scenes are old-fashioned and boring by comparison. So they set out to be boring, assuming that fans of "romance" dig soft, low energy scenes. On the contrary, I find "high-energy" gonzo sex on screen to be boring and fake: sex workers in a dull game of "can you top this?" sexual activity.

Opening segment gets off on the wrong foot: compatible brunette actresses Dharma Jones and Alex Coal are saddled with an utterly corny situation: as a result of a car crash Dharma has lost her memory and doesn't remember her partner Alex. In a real movie we would learn about their past, subplots with other characters might spur Dharma's memories, but in an hour of porn you learn nothing apart from their sexual muscle memory.

A strange but stupid scene has two heavily tattooe actresses arguing about, you guessed it, tattoos. It seems that Electra Rayne is jealous (and clearly intolerant) as she angrily criticizes her lover Adaline Gray because Gray has very personal tattoos related to past lovers (of boths sexes -one is a spider tattoo to remind her of a male lover) and this makes Electra jealous. Electra has plenty of her own tattoos, but she considers hers "artistic", not referring to any people. In real life, one of these two characters would take a hike, but here they bury the hatchet and make love. And if the viewer doesn't like tattooed actresses, they're both unappealing.

Well-tanned and buxom Tiffany Watson looks like a MILF now (though she's still in her 20s), contrasting with her beanpole partner Erin Everheart. Their scene's story is ridiculous (but they do play it straight); Erin has a living room filled with plants, but they're all fake plastic, because her mom passed away and she can't deal with death (i.e., a dead plant). She claims they talk to her (talking plastic?) and Tiff humors her. It's a sappy scene, especially when you consider that Everheart is associated with extreme sex scenes (like fisting), not this sappy stuff.

Remaining scene features two Black actresses who are contrasting types: Willow Ryder is dressed casually, as if she skipped going to wardrobe when she got on set, while co-star Calli Sweets (who has gone from A to C cup size recently) is exaggeratedly glamorous in style, right down to wearing an out-of-place garter belt right out of a Dorcel video. Their story line is poor: Calli has decided to date Willow because she is a dead ringer for her late wife Emily. How lame a set-up for a love scene is that?