As any fanatical IMDb-er will have noticed, Cash Markman aka Marc Cushman has a sycophant filing an endless stream of pointless trivia about the great man. As an Adult Cinema enthusiast I have seen scores of his videos and can file (at arm's length) a different view of his lousy work.
This is claimed to be his first directorial effort, but third in a crummy Avica porn series that presages today's horrible porn-parody genre by attempting to do a takeoff on "The X Files". To say it is badly directed is an understatement: what we have here are the usual lousy sets, very poor lighting and dreadful dialog, Cash's trademark.
Michael J. Cox is perhaps my favorite actor from this Dark Ages of porn, right before the turn of this century when things started looking up via the romantic features from Adam & Eve, Wicked, Vivid and other top labels. Avica was a bottom-feeder, grinding out niche junk, in this case pegged to mammoth breasts on screen.
Most mammoth here is Kimberly Kupps, a household name in the '90s with some good features ("Prince of Knockers") under her belt. Cash misuses her, with most of her footage seeming like archive material and placed in the narrative as clumsily as possible.
FBI assistant director Eric Edwards assigns Cox and his partner Jamie Lee (terrible actress, reciting her lines with zero conviction and unattractive, almost a random choice to impersonate Gillian Anderson) to a case of missing women in D.C., including Kupps as a senator's wife. Trail leads to the porno industry, with Cash writing a series of unfunny references to the hand that feeds him (Avica) as well as other infra dig spoofing that if ever relevant is as dated as possible. I guess, unless you are a trivia hound whose whole universe revolves around one Cash Markman.
Several sex scenes are shown on a TV set in the middle of the frame, representing VHS tapes Edwards likes to watch, encompassing much of Kupps' footage as well as the lesbian performances of Natalie Tizara and Lotta Gue, which I thought was lifted from other Avica releases. Sloppy credits leave out one of Edwards' agents named Tittler, an actress who alone in the cast does not have humongous hooters, and vaguely resembles Euro starlets of this period.
Worst gag has Edwards' failure to deliver an actual cum shot at the end of his threesome with Tittler and Tattler (latter played by buxom Sherelle). Instead Cash cuts to a closeup of a J. Edgar Hoover portrait on the wall, at which some white gunk that looks like stuff one would use for caulking, a far cry from the sight gag of spunk that was intended. Typical of this professor of screenwriting's lack of talent is a final "cute" cast credit listing Kupps not in her roles as Mrs. Packwood and porn star Gina Goblets, but instead "Kimberly Kupps as the Beaver", with apologies to Jerry Mathers, not Mel Gibson.
The DVD for Volume Three includes one sex scene from Part 1 and 2 from Part 2, material that is brilliant compared to all of this Markman sequel. In fact, Part 2 is very difficult to find but contains sex scenes from two of the greats: Heather Lee and Lynn LeMay.
This is claimed to be his first directorial effort, but third in a crummy Avica porn series that presages today's horrible porn-parody genre by attempting to do a takeoff on "The X Files". To say it is badly directed is an understatement: what we have here are the usual lousy sets, very poor lighting and dreadful dialog, Cash's trademark.
Michael J. Cox is perhaps my favorite actor from this Dark Ages of porn, right before the turn of this century when things started looking up via the romantic features from Adam & Eve, Wicked, Vivid and other top labels. Avica was a bottom-feeder, grinding out niche junk, in this case pegged to mammoth breasts on screen.
Most mammoth here is Kimberly Kupps, a household name in the '90s with some good features ("Prince of Knockers") under her belt. Cash misuses her, with most of her footage seeming like archive material and placed in the narrative as clumsily as possible.
FBI assistant director Eric Edwards assigns Cox and his partner Jamie Lee (terrible actress, reciting her lines with zero conviction and unattractive, almost a random choice to impersonate Gillian Anderson) to a case of missing women in D.C., including Kupps as a senator's wife. Trail leads to the porno industry, with Cash writing a series of unfunny references to the hand that feeds him (Avica) as well as other infra dig spoofing that if ever relevant is as dated as possible. I guess, unless you are a trivia hound whose whole universe revolves around one Cash Markman.
Several sex scenes are shown on a TV set in the middle of the frame, representing VHS tapes Edwards likes to watch, encompassing much of Kupps' footage as well as the lesbian performances of Natalie Tizara and Lotta Gue, which I thought was lifted from other Avica releases. Sloppy credits leave out one of Edwards' agents named Tittler, an actress who alone in the cast does not have humongous hooters, and vaguely resembles Euro starlets of this period.
Worst gag has Edwards' failure to deliver an actual cum shot at the end of his threesome with Tittler and Tattler (latter played by buxom Sherelle). Instead Cash cuts to a closeup of a J. Edgar Hoover portrait on the wall, at which some white gunk that looks like stuff one would use for caulking, a far cry from the sight gag of spunk that was intended. Typical of this professor of screenwriting's lack of talent is a final "cute" cast credit listing Kupps not in her roles as Mrs. Packwood and porn star Gina Goblets, but instead "Kimberly Kupps as the Beaver", with apologies to Jerry Mathers, not Mel Gibson.
The DVD for Volume Three includes one sex scene from Part 1 and 2 from Part 2, material that is brilliant compared to all of this Markman sequel. In fact, Part 2 is very difficult to find but contains sex scenes from two of the greats: Heather Lee and Lynn LeMay.