I loved all three female leads in Dean Nash and Paul Thomas's followup to their classic porn film "Bad Wives" but the subtlety and sneaky-greatness of the original is lost. Once more, a film for folks (and they unfortunately represent the lion's share of today's porn audience) only interested in hot sex and broad humor.
Recasting the roles is a big problem, insurmountable for me as viewer. The ladies of the first film are now in stir, where lesbian action with a myriad of beautiful supporting players is more than diverting, it ends up being the end-all of the movie.
Raylene is spectacularly sexy and uninhibited as replacement for Dyanna Lauren but the character is lost in that shuffle. Similarly, one can not fault April in the humping department but instead of Melissa Hill's sympathetic persona we get a ditzy sidekick for Raylene.
Worst of all, after Steven St. Croix's literally demonic performance In PT's first movie, Randy Spears takes over and is merely the shape-shifting Devil incarnate, boring in his smugness and omniscient attitude. The film sputters along with the requisite sex scenes, featuring top talent ranging from a young Erik Everhard to a major role for PT regular John Decker, a performer who really impressed me in PT's most original jazz- themed movie "Marissa".
Special effects, including a beast incarnation for Spears are n.s.g., and a big courtroom climax scene is stupid. Since I love Raylene always I have to put this in the plus column for sure, but it amounts to spoon feeding a dubious "message" to an assumed idiot audience, rather than the journey of discovery that was the Lauren/Hill expedition.
Recasting the roles is a big problem, insurmountable for me as viewer. The ladies of the first film are now in stir, where lesbian action with a myriad of beautiful supporting players is more than diverting, it ends up being the end-all of the movie.
Raylene is spectacularly sexy and uninhibited as replacement for Dyanna Lauren but the character is lost in that shuffle. Similarly, one can not fault April in the humping department but instead of Melissa Hill's sympathetic persona we get a ditzy sidekick for Raylene.
Worst of all, after Steven St. Croix's literally demonic performance In PT's first movie, Randy Spears takes over and is merely the shape-shifting Devil incarnate, boring in his smugness and omniscient attitude. The film sputters along with the requisite sex scenes, featuring top talent ranging from a young Erik Everhard to a major role for PT regular John Decker, a performer who really impressed me in PT's most original jazz- themed movie "Marissa".
Special effects, including a beast incarnation for Spears are n.s.g., and a big courtroom climax scene is stupid. Since I love Raylene always I have to put this in the plus column for sure, but it amounts to spoon feeding a dubious "message" to an assumed idiot audience, rather than the journey of discovery that was the Lauren/Hill expedition.