Rod Fontana is a journeyman porn actor with clear delusions of grandeur. He dominates the Canadian-funded "Sugar Mommies 2", a fairly embarrassing showcase for his lack of talent.
Premise is that Rod confides in us, the viewers, about his sexual exploits and extremely boring incidents. He likes to lord it over folks, and is more or less a glorified pimp, fleecing rich, older women and procuring men for them to hump. It's a distasteful exercise, quite typical of pornographers who delight in insulting their audience. Thankfully, I don't see any recent credits for him -hopefully he has been put out to pasture.
Rod's dialog delivery, everything spoken as if confidentially (forget there's a camera running) with the authority of some low-level Mafia don imparting so-called wisdom. His screen persona is a smug guy who fancies himself the center of the universe and glories in taking advantage of others, mainly the fleeced lady folk.
The six vignettes feature a motley crew of talent, some of the women alluring (Friday and Harley Raine), others not. They all fall (no surprise) for his improvised line of b.s., and the episodic junker has Rod joining in on the sex at will, sort of exposing his casting couch approach on screen. I found the entire mess distasteful and a misguided celebration of inverted values.
Physically Rod resembles the cartoonish advertising character Mr. Clean, bald head and all, but suggests a decrepit figure, as if the kitchen cleanup whiz had fallen on tough times. If you enjoy watching him hump these unfortunate actresses, you need a reality check.
Premise is that Rod confides in us, the viewers, about his sexual exploits and extremely boring incidents. He likes to lord it over folks, and is more or less a glorified pimp, fleecing rich, older women and procuring men for them to hump. It's a distasteful exercise, quite typical of pornographers who delight in insulting their audience. Thankfully, I don't see any recent credits for him -hopefully he has been put out to pasture.
Rod's dialog delivery, everything spoken as if confidentially (forget there's a camera running) with the authority of some low-level Mafia don imparting so-called wisdom. His screen persona is a smug guy who fancies himself the center of the universe and glories in taking advantage of others, mainly the fleeced lady folk.
The six vignettes feature a motley crew of talent, some of the women alluring (Friday and Harley Raine), others not. They all fall (no surprise) for his improvised line of b.s., and the episodic junker has Rod joining in on the sex at will, sort of exposing his casting couch approach on screen. I found the entire mess distasteful and a misguided celebration of inverted values.
Physically Rod resembles the cartoonish advertising character Mr. Clean, bald head and all, but suggests a decrepit figure, as if the kitchen cleanup whiz had fallen on tough times. If you enjoy watching him hump these unfortunate actresses, you need a reality check.