Cameraman/director Francois Clousot adopts a one-note, dreary approach to this would-be thriller, resulting in an oppressive, anti-entertaining Wicked release.
Kaylani Lei stars as a chain-smoking stripper, who keeps asking herself "Who am I?" in a premature depiction of midlife crisis. She narrates and eventually shares the screen (and narration) with like-minded lover Rocco Reed.
With bleak photography and constantly depressive mood Clousot presents a world of stripping and prostitution that emerges as a shaggy-dog story, leading to a puerile groaner of a trick ending.
It's insulting and typical of a system, in this case Wicked Pictures' steady decline from its once leadership position in the industry as a supplier of Couples-aimed romantic porn, where quality control means simply: is the requisite amount of XXX content met?
The many other actresses in the cast are there as mere filler, with only Kaylani given a role to play. Barrett Blade gives an awful, amateur-night performance as a horny hanger-on whose drugged-out tics and overacting are unwatchable.
Kaylani Lei stars as a chain-smoking stripper, who keeps asking herself "Who am I?" in a premature depiction of midlife crisis. She narrates and eventually shares the screen (and narration) with like-minded lover Rocco Reed.
With bleak photography and constantly depressive mood Clousot presents a world of stripping and prostitution that emerges as a shaggy-dog story, leading to a puerile groaner of a trick ending.
It's insulting and typical of a system, in this case Wicked Pictures' steady decline from its once leadership position in the industry as a supplier of Couples-aimed romantic porn, where quality control means simply: is the requisite amount of XXX content met?
The many other actresses in the cast are there as mere filler, with only Kaylani given a role to play. Barrett Blade gives an awful, amateur-night performance as a horny hanger-on whose drugged-out tics and overacting are unwatchable.