Kenneth Docherty aka Kendo stubs his toe with "Movement", a sometimes visually arresting exercise in pornography that merely recycles the director's numerous trademark tics and gimmicks to merely kill time.
He's fond of pretentious titles, and this one is a complete misnomer. The languid, passive characters of his pantomime vignettes barely move at all even the XXX humping is relaxed and laid-back.
Almost checking of a "To Do" list on his clip-board, Mr. K delivers for the umpteenth time: drastically cropped frames; shredded editing; repeated shots (feature begins with two "highlights" montages before alighting on fresh, continuous footage from Scene #1); listless males deigning to hump beautiful Eastern European femme talent; cock-centric sex scenes, with some extreme close-up fixation on a dick-head or two; glamorous lingerie or fetish gear adorning the lusty ladies. Nothing new or interesting here.
I was most taken with Mya Diamond, more exotic than the other actresses as she services Choky Ice. Sorana is also unusual looking, paired with Mugur who actually has hair atop his head for a change, albeit closely cropped in military style. More credits than usual give Dirk Rockwell a colourist assignment, and some occasional deep red colors help cut through the monotony, only underscored by the random injection of black and white footage from time to time.
Oddest element is the final vignette which doesn't fit, as suddenly we have purely Brit talent taking center stage: Tanya Tate busting out of her latex cortex to service Clarke Kent. Even the inimitable TT can't save this loser.
He's fond of pretentious titles, and this one is a complete misnomer. The languid, passive characters of his pantomime vignettes barely move at all even the XXX humping is relaxed and laid-back.
Almost checking of a "To Do" list on his clip-board, Mr. K delivers for the umpteenth time: drastically cropped frames; shredded editing; repeated shots (feature begins with two "highlights" montages before alighting on fresh, continuous footage from Scene #1); listless males deigning to hump beautiful Eastern European femme talent; cock-centric sex scenes, with some extreme close-up fixation on a dick-head or two; glamorous lingerie or fetish gear adorning the lusty ladies. Nothing new or interesting here.
I was most taken with Mya Diamond, more exotic than the other actresses as she services Choky Ice. Sorana is also unusual looking, paired with Mugur who actually has hair atop his head for a change, albeit closely cropped in military style. More credits than usual give Dirk Rockwell a colourist assignment, and some occasional deep red colors help cut through the monotony, only underscored by the random injection of black and white footage from time to time.
Oddest element is the final vignette which doesn't fit, as suddenly we have purely Brit talent taking center stage: Tanya Tate busting out of her latex cortex to service Clarke Kent. Even the inimitable TT can't save this loser.