Actually, a one-note Savanna, as this Vivid vehicle for superstar Savanna Samson turns out to be one of filmmaker David Stanley's worst efforts. Styled as an ultra-cheap (minimalist production value) sort of film noir it offers nothing beyond the required five sex scenes, a morbid film to a fault.
Even the dialog is worthless this time, as any transcription of the "script" would prove. Basically, all we get is scene after scene of Walter Mitty nerd played by Voodoo hallucinating about Samson, some sort of dream girl for him, and having erotic fantasies/dreams/nightmares. Auteur Stanley definitely had a bad feeling about his audience in structuring the show (SPOILER) so that instead of the expected catharsis of a sex scene for Voodoo with Samson, he instead delivers a stupid ending making fun of his male protagonist and his spiral into insanity. Disdain is the word best describing little Dave's attitude toward his protagonist, and by extension his audience.
Just as he leaves star SS as an undefined dream girl, Stanley fails (on purpose) to develop any characters at all. The diner scenes feature a succession of waitresses wearing name tags on their aprons, but those names are not readable; Voodoo's co-workers (Randy Spears and Charmane Star) are unidentified and don't seem real (on purpose) and the movie's anonymous studs who get plenty of tedious sex from Savanna (her name misspelled as Savana in the opening credits) are big nothings. End credits call Franco del Torro and Mario Rossi, who have a double-penetration threesome with SS on a couch, "Tux Guy 1" and "Tux Guy 2", yet they only appear, comically, as nude wearing top hats -not exactly tuxedos. Mark one success: saving money on the costume budget.
At his best, Stanley was a writer-director (of over 100 features) who had a flair for black humor, inventive dialogue and even some ideas in his scripts, but this relentlessly downbeat exercise in porn merely proves how even a top label like Vivid had no quality control mechanism beyond: "is there enough sex footage in this turkey?" in determining if a video was worth releasing.
Even the dialog is worthless this time, as any transcription of the "script" would prove. Basically, all we get is scene after scene of Walter Mitty nerd played by Voodoo hallucinating about Samson, some sort of dream girl for him, and having erotic fantasies/dreams/nightmares. Auteur Stanley definitely had a bad feeling about his audience in structuring the show (SPOILER) so that instead of the expected catharsis of a sex scene for Voodoo with Samson, he instead delivers a stupid ending making fun of his male protagonist and his spiral into insanity. Disdain is the word best describing little Dave's attitude toward his protagonist, and by extension his audience.
Just as he leaves star SS as an undefined dream girl, Stanley fails (on purpose) to develop any characters at all. The diner scenes feature a succession of waitresses wearing name tags on their aprons, but those names are not readable; Voodoo's co-workers (Randy Spears and Charmane Star) are unidentified and don't seem real (on purpose) and the movie's anonymous studs who get plenty of tedious sex from Savanna (her name misspelled as Savana in the opening credits) are big nothings. End credits call Franco del Torro and Mario Rossi, who have a double-penetration threesome with SS on a couch, "Tux Guy 1" and "Tux Guy 2", yet they only appear, comically, as nude wearing top hats -not exactly tuxedos. Mark one success: saving money on the costume budget.
At his best, Stanley was a writer-director (of over 100 features) who had a flair for black humor, inventive dialogue and even some ideas in his scripts, but this relentlessly downbeat exercise in porn merely proves how even a top label like Vivid had no quality control mechanism beyond: "is there enough sex footage in this turkey?" in determining if a video was worth releasing.