The music video/MTV revolution has had seriously terrible results for film fans, as witness the ascendancy of Michael Bay and innumerable other hacks to positions of prominence in the industry. At the other end of the entertainment spectrum it has negatively impacted porn quality as well.
Case in point is Christophe Mourthé's Sex Me, an extremely overlong and repetitious exercise in kinky sex. Its abstract absence of plot is self-defeating -hasn't this guy ever seen any of the b&d/s&m features crafted in NYC (Joe Davian and Phil Prince come to mind) back in the day? Context and emotion do mean something, especially in porn.
My Belgian counterpart on IMDb has adequately discussed a similar Mourthé offering, Amazonsex, explaining that these abstract visuals, parallel to the familiar work of "Andrew Blake", revolve around fetish attire. Same format is the backbone of "Sex Me".
With each too-long segment given a pretentious title like "Serial Killer", "Serial Lover" or "Serial Voyeur", Christophe gives us beautiful women in rather stupid latex (or even feathers in one case) costumes pleasuring themselves or some stud dressed in leather & regulation-issue masochist outfit. Male cast's only requirement is you gotta have a big dick. An in these days of Cialis and Viagra, a hard one at that, preferably pointing skyward at a 45-degree angle.
Dolly Golden is my favorite protagonist here, probably because of her, to quote the title of her most recent (5 years back, alas) video "Big Fake Tits". Yes, that is a plus in these ultra-fake surroundings, and in fact Chris is so enamored of same that the DVD extra "making of" featurette is almost entirely about Dolly getting her elaborate Madame de Pompadour hairdo and exaggerated makeup ready to go along with her massive rack.
I bought the video as part of a buying spree to see Ovidie in action, and she doesn't disappoint, bringing her strange spider tattoo on the forehead and piercings to add a goth element to the stew. The other girls are similarly attractive, wielding glass dildos with the best of them and showing no strain no matter what the size of the penis.
To be sure, the kinkiness here is really old hat, as in masked male intruders boasting dildos on their facial masks where their mouths should be. After over 90 minutes of the same old/same old sex scenes I remained unaroused, giving Mourthé an F mark.
Case in point is Christophe Mourthé's Sex Me, an extremely overlong and repetitious exercise in kinky sex. Its abstract absence of plot is self-defeating -hasn't this guy ever seen any of the b&d/s&m features crafted in NYC (Joe Davian and Phil Prince come to mind) back in the day? Context and emotion do mean something, especially in porn.
My Belgian counterpart on IMDb has adequately discussed a similar Mourthé offering, Amazonsex, explaining that these abstract visuals, parallel to the familiar work of "Andrew Blake", revolve around fetish attire. Same format is the backbone of "Sex Me".
With each too-long segment given a pretentious title like "Serial Killer", "Serial Lover" or "Serial Voyeur", Christophe gives us beautiful women in rather stupid latex (or even feathers in one case) costumes pleasuring themselves or some stud dressed in leather & regulation-issue masochist outfit. Male cast's only requirement is you gotta have a big dick. An in these days of Cialis and Viagra, a hard one at that, preferably pointing skyward at a 45-degree angle.
Dolly Golden is my favorite protagonist here, probably because of her, to quote the title of her most recent (5 years back, alas) video "Big Fake Tits". Yes, that is a plus in these ultra-fake surroundings, and in fact Chris is so enamored of same that the DVD extra "making of" featurette is almost entirely about Dolly getting her elaborate Madame de Pompadour hairdo and exaggerated makeup ready to go along with her massive rack.
I bought the video as part of a buying spree to see Ovidie in action, and she doesn't disappoint, bringing her strange spider tattoo on the forehead and piercings to add a goth element to the stew. The other girls are similarly attractive, wielding glass dildos with the best of them and showing no strain no matter what the size of the penis.
To be sure, the kinkiness here is really old hat, as in masked male intruders boasting dildos on their facial masks where their mouths should be. After over 90 minutes of the same old/same old sex scenes I remained unaroused, giving Mourthé an F mark.