Fractured Minds

This is my second dose of Daisy Rock, Brit Porn icon turned filmmaker with partner "Trash Meister". His hokey moniker is supposed to let them off the hook quality- wise, but my reaction is: "Get the hook!".

Like pesky children, they misbehave for a living, presenting poorly-crafted porn that is supposed to be anti-establishment. It's amateurish drivel, not arousing, not enlightening, and fatal to their aspirations, not even alarming. Dull is the operative word.

So we get five vignettes of name Brit talent, even including a contemporary of Daisy's, Angel Long (still looking fine at age 35), going through the motions of desultory humping and very lite BDSM. Attempted avant-garde effects are bungled, and as in the earlier junker of theirs I witnessed, "Captured", the settings are uniformly ugly. These rebels without a cause think sex in a junkyard constitutes rebelliousness, when in fact it actually represents cheapness and zero aesthetic talent.

Even their pseudonyms stink, such as the requisite production assistant slot filled by one "Orson Swelles". Hair & Make-up person is called "No. 6" - a lame-brained attempt at being hip for all us lifelong Patrick McGoohan as "The Prisoner" fans.