1 review
In the BTS short subject accompanying this timid feature, star Keri mentions she's just finished shooting the 15th & 16th episodes of her wonderful Adam & Eve series "Naked Hollywood". The label cast her in this stand-alone feature, but it amounts to small beer.
Director Roy Karch calls it a "riff" (one of the porn world's thousands of homages to Spike Lee and his invention of the "joint" appellation to a feature film) and from a jazz context that's about all it amounts to.
Windsor is cast as the owner of the title clothing store, around which the five sex vignettes revolve. Things get started with friend Nakita Kash arriving with her diminutive man Ian Daniels, and they hump while she tries on dresses.
Keri's husband Randy Spears shows up after being away for three years, and the actor plays this irritating guy all smugness and superiority. He's a hissable creature, and though Keri's moved on with her life he won't let go, and the film turns serious as he imposes on her "You're my future -this is where I want to be", reinserting himself in her life, like it or not.
Making matters worse, a creep played as sub-Neanderthal by Steve Hatcher shows up at Keri's door, barging in and saying Randy told him he could drop over and crash whenever necessary. Keri tries to throw him out, but Spears welcomes Steve with open arms. He's brought along busty beauty Ruby, and they hump in the bathroom, injecting anal sex into the show.
Another customer, played by Chennin Blanc buys skimpy lingerie and models it back home for her real-life husband Cheyne Collins, cuing a hot sex scene in bed. Some sex is performed bareback and other scenes involve a condom.
Finale is botched by Karch, as Keri puts her foot down and wants to resume her independent existence but almost immediately caves in to Randy for the promise of enjoying his big dick once again. Poor writing and direction by Karch reduce the film to 100% misogyny, missing the chance (which was executed so well by filmmaker Toni English in "Naked Hollywood") of presenting a strong-willed woman who achieves self- realization, rather than becoming a lapdog to some domineering man. One suspects Karch is merely reinforcing the condescending attitude of most pornographers to their audience, assumed to be a monolithic group of male creeps, but someone might have reminded him that he was employed by Adam & Eve, premiere label of Couples Romances.
Director Roy Karch calls it a "riff" (one of the porn world's thousands of homages to Spike Lee and his invention of the "joint" appellation to a feature film) and from a jazz context that's about all it amounts to.
Windsor is cast as the owner of the title clothing store, around which the five sex vignettes revolve. Things get started with friend Nakita Kash arriving with her diminutive man Ian Daniels, and they hump while she tries on dresses.
Keri's husband Randy Spears shows up after being away for three years, and the actor plays this irritating guy all smugness and superiority. He's a hissable creature, and though Keri's moved on with her life he won't let go, and the film turns serious as he imposes on her "You're my future -this is where I want to be", reinserting himself in her life, like it or not.
Making matters worse, a creep played as sub-Neanderthal by Steve Hatcher shows up at Keri's door, barging in and saying Randy told him he could drop over and crash whenever necessary. Keri tries to throw him out, but Spears welcomes Steve with open arms. He's brought along busty beauty Ruby, and they hump in the bathroom, injecting anal sex into the show.
Another customer, played by Chennin Blanc buys skimpy lingerie and models it back home for her real-life husband Cheyne Collins, cuing a hot sex scene in bed. Some sex is performed bareback and other scenes involve a condom.
Finale is botched by Karch, as Keri puts her foot down and wants to resume her independent existence but almost immediately caves in to Randy for the promise of enjoying his big dick once again. Poor writing and direction by Karch reduce the film to 100% misogyny, missing the chance (which was executed so well by filmmaker Toni English in "Naked Hollywood") of presenting a strong-willed woman who achieves self- realization, rather than becoming a lapdog to some domineering man. One suspects Karch is merely reinforcing the condescending attitude of most pornographers to their audience, assumed to be a monolithic group of male creeps, but someone might have reminded him that he was employed by Adam & Eve, premiere label of Couples Romances.