Still running a trim hour long, the second installment of Henri Pachard & Rick Marx's "Taboo American Style" packs a wallop in the incest department, painting quite a vivid picture of hellcat Raven's evil influence on all around her.
Part 1 climaxed with her bedding down with daddy Paul Thomas, but in Part 2 she gets to exert absolute control over her family. PT's decision in Part 1 that "there will be no divorce", as disgraced mama Gloria Leonard is banished from his bedroom after caught having hanky panky in the basement with their handyman R. Bolla, leads to Raven taking up permanent residence in daddy's bed. Their incestuous relationship is presented as permanent as well, with the psychological (if not legal) ramifications significantly a part of the story line.
Bolla got fired, and his children are now corrupted by Raven, forcing them to have incestuous sex with each other as she joins in for a hot threesome, including arousing lesbian sex with his daughter Taija Rae. Daddy PT is submissive to the point of painting Raven's toenails for her, in what I took to be a nice reference to the classic Lolita of Nabokov's novel. But Raven is a far more sinister character than that.
She gets to have sex with Bolla too, and dominates him as well, forcing him to masturbate while she watches, and then taking his spunk to wipe on her mom's face triumphantly. It's the sort of hyper-dramatic content that Marx & Pachard present for viewers that has not lost its impact some 33 years later.
She forces daddy PT to hump her while mom Gloria Leonard's in the same room with them, and the feature ends with even more humiliation meted out to both PT and Raven's once BFF Taija Rae (Bolla's daughter) whose incest with brother Frank Serrone has so affected the girl that she's end up as a prostitute working in a massage parlor.
As alluded to effectively in Part 1, in a scene where Raven comments to Taija how her parents only watch corny soap opera entertainment on TV (like "Dallas" and "Falcon Crest") where family life is false presented and "nothing is real", Marx and Pachard deliver on the serious pornographer's Holy Grail of presenting something resembling a mainstream movie but with the actual sex actually depicted, rather than omitted or reduced to panning over to a fireplace or waves crashing on the shore or a closeup of fingers clutching a bedsheet.
