The Edge

Michael Ninn's "The Edge" is a loser. Styled as a showcase for Shy Love, it's a mess utilizing his then-popular style of shredded editing, and frequent repetition of the same image as if to implant it on the viewer's brain much in the way a screen image can burn its way onto a computer screen if not properly screen-saver treated temporally.

There's a pompous voice-over narration mumbling some pseudo-philosophical gibberish about self-realization in a sexual sense, and five disconnected sex vignettes featuring either Shy or some other attractive femmes humping big- dicked male talent. With noisy music applied, it's hard to finish, and I was glad when it arbitrarily ended with a d.p. no less (BTS short subject makes us aware this was a milestone sex act for Shy, as if anyone except her parents cares).

Shy's buck teeth, so prominent that she seemingly cannot close her mouth all the way even in the simplest of non-sex scenes, leave the most lasting impression. She is beautiful...but those teeth spoil the overall effect she's presenting to her public.

Ninn's recent Marc Dorcel narrative films have been terrible but do mark a step up from this artsy crap he cranked out in willy-nilly fashion over a decade. Shy was also quite overexposed, appearing in about 100 features in 2004 alone. The lousiness of "The Edge" is summed up succinctly by Evan Stone in the BTS, where he breaks up the cast and crew with his spontaneous antics mocking the posing and seriousness of it all.