Perhaps "Get Smart", parodied effectively a decade earlier by Cash Markman, inspired this Wicked Pictures clunker, one of Jessica Drake's poorest vehicles for the label that has made her famous.
She makes knowning asides to the viewer, in between moronic slapstick scenes involving spy vs. spy derring-do, poorly staged by editor turned director Scott Allen. Brad Armstrong handled the art direction and gets to play the Bond genre villain, so maybe he sloughed off the director's function to Allen, finding the material beneath his dignity (and rep).
Steven St. Croix is lousy in a sort of Q-styled role, while Bonnie Rotten is clearly miscast as Jess's chief female adversary, when she should have been off squirting (none here) in some gonzo crap instead.
Pacing is horrible, as the action scenes and spying come to a complete halt to make way for overlong XXX footage, never able to recover the viewer's dwindling interest. Sexy Asa Akira is thrown in, the usual Wicked inclusion of other contract players to fill out a cast.
She makes knowning asides to the viewer, in between moronic slapstick scenes involving spy vs. spy derring-do, poorly staged by editor turned director Scott Allen. Brad Armstrong handled the art direction and gets to play the Bond genre villain, so maybe he sloughed off the director's function to Allen, finding the material beneath his dignity (and rep).
Steven St. Croix is lousy in a sort of Q-styled role, while Bonnie Rotten is clearly miscast as Jess's chief female adversary, when she should have been off squirting (none here) in some gonzo crap instead.
Pacing is horrible, as the action scenes and spying come to a complete halt to make way for overlong XXX footage, never able to recover the viewer's dwindling interest. Sexy Asa Akira is thrown in, the usual Wicked inclusion of other contract players to fill out a cast.