This nothing followup to a lowbrow Wicked Pictures comedy is so short it tosses in nine minutes of bloopers to pad out the running time. Its slapstick and one-note content simply isn't funny.
As in the original, we have an infomercial for not that golden oldie Vegematic but instead a silly machine that turns cast-off objects into VHS porn tapes. Anthony Crane (wlldly overacting) and sexy Alexa Rae co-host the telecast and keep stressing (as a sales point) that the new improved machine removes 30% more dialog. That is a recurring theme of Jonathan Morgan's, half-heartedly addressing the elephant in the room -that gonzo porn is all any fan wants to see, even if more serious pornographers (including Morgan) strive to deliver story content anyhow.
Skits featuring Alexa and other big-name stars are lousy, dumbed-down and silly. Typical one features Brad Armstrong as an audience member who gets to try out a silly "hand" gadget to aid in masturbation, culminating in a Borowczyk level fake fountain of cum, revealed in the BTS to be generated by Brad holding a mayonnaise squeeze bottle out of frame.
As in the original, we have an infomercial for not that golden oldie Vegematic but instead a silly machine that turns cast-off objects into VHS porn tapes. Anthony Crane (wlldly overacting) and sexy Alexa Rae co-host the telecast and keep stressing (as a sales point) that the new improved machine removes 30% more dialog. That is a recurring theme of Jonathan Morgan's, half-heartedly addressing the elephant in the room -that gonzo porn is all any fan wants to see, even if more serious pornographers (including Morgan) strive to deliver story content anyhow.
Skits featuring Alexa and other big-name stars are lousy, dumbed-down and silly. Typical one features Brad Armstrong as an audience member who gets to try out a silly "hand" gadget to aid in masturbation, culminating in a Borowczyk level fake fountain of cum, revealed in the BTS to be generated by Brad holding a mayonnaise squeeze bottle out of frame.