Hooter Hotel

Hardly experimental, Score Group's "Hooter Hotel" is a bit different in its format resembling one of the label's popular "Tits and Tugs" videos. Entire masturbation epic is presented via first-person camera a la Robert Montgomery's classic noir "The Lady in the Lake".

Now before a collective of world pornographers let out a cry in unison of "Why didn't I think of that?", it must be said that the anonymous director of this video strikes out. The gimmick is as tiresome as it sounds and the resulting hour and a half of huge breasts popping out of bodices and flopping around is dull. It reflects a basic problem with nearly all Score audio-visual products -they are conceived and executed as mere pixilation of a magazine mentality.

In other words, Score is built around an obsession with huge tits -no secret there. But this obsession hearkens back before the advent of widely distributed hardcore pornography. It is not inimical with explicit sex, but rather a substitute, so that the intersection of the two concepts (soft-X and XXX) is far from ideal.

As a result, we have six top-heavy Eastern European models, none of whom can act, one of whom has a British accent (likely a ringer) but all of whom are natural. That alone sets this apart from much of Score's self-righteously niche videos, and this particular one is a companion piece to "Busty Riding Academy", also shot in Hungary around the same time.

"Academy" was more conventional in that it was about boy/girl sex, while "Hotel" derives from Score's solo division -much more like the print magazine content. It's mainly striptease for the camera plus our anonymous hero on vacation from America chiming in once in a while in live voice-over. One gal, Kristi Klenot, is a masseuse who oils herself up instead of our hero the client, and ends up giving him some sex that plays exactly like a "Tits and Tugs" vignette: blow job, breast sex, hand job and jerk-off on her breasts.

Main draw Karina Hart remains a wonder of nature, and gazing at her for say 20 minutes is akin to becoming fixated on a 6-page spread in one's favorite men's magazine. As cinema or video, this is a flop.