That's My Daughter

It has become cliché among adult film review snobs that filming a scene before 1985 made a more superior movie than a direct to video production. I disagree. Movies greatly improved on video with a sharper more natural picture. Actors were no longer slaves to the clapboard, shooting short clips over again until the camera ran out of film. That's My Daughter is an example of why film was not always better than video. It wastes the erotic potential of a great cast with over-tight editing and short clippy sex scenes. The plot was a quite interesting and humorous satire of George C. Scott's film, Hardcore. We can't be too let down when Harry's lover in a snowy mountain cabin is Lisa Deleuw. She's given enough screen time. Karen Sweet needed more development in the title role. Her scenes were hot but clipped short too fast. Edwards is fine as a clown private eye, drunk and after Arcadia Lake most of the time. Sharon Mitchell does well as his partner, exploring a few scenes of bondage which were her expert area. But the question remains, if the dad recognized his daughter when she was in a porno film, why couldn't she recognize her own father after he finds her?