The sex is enough to justify the existence of this Jenna Jameson vehicle, one of oh so many riffs on Clint Eastwood's classic directorial debut "Play Misty for Me" (which at the time I considered the performance of the year by Jessica Walter). JJ gets the JW role, phoning in constantly under various aliases to Tiffany Million's radio show in a threatening manner.
The early team of Brad Armstrong and Greg Steelberg did an okay job with this material, though hardly a memorable one. Tiff has her moments, hardly in the class of Jenna's idealized beauty but uninhibited in the sex department. Armstrong as usual is art director under his alternate handle of Rod Hopkins, but the radio station beyond the dj & engineer's booths looks like any '90s porno mansion location replete with spiral staircase, hardly believable.
AVN giving JJ an actress award is pure b.s., and why that body's accolades are completely unreliable. Back in the day when I got a complimentary copy in the mail of the AVN mag (early '80s) I took them about as seriously as Al Goldstein's Peter Meter reviews in Screw magazine, and later their entire awards apparatus always hit me as phony as the Golden Globes nonsense, so JJ's award ranks with the Globules giving one of their fake statues to Pia Zadora back in the day.
