I'm a fan of the original Brazzers from a decade ago or so - consistently churning out lengthy vignettes spotlighting Russ Meyerian beauties in action. After some corporate shuffling, including a merger with Digital Playground, the new product from this label is bloated and not entertaining, as witness this loser of a murder mystery made 3 years ago.
Charles Dera and Scott Nails are the consistently boring police detectives going through the motions of a procedural which begins with the death of star Kagney Lee Karter. Flashbacks keep her in the spotlight for much of the six episodes, but rather untalented auteurs Brett Brando and Robbie Dangerfield fail to generate enough interest to captivate one's attention for a whopping 225 minutes.
Visual style is ugly - I don't think they were going for gritty but merely achieved low- quality. Milieu is the world of strippers, working in a club run by Ramon Nomar, but the pole dancing is boring and a large cast of peelers is merely wasted as filler. Main subplot involves the revelation that Det. Nails was romantically involved with the victim, evidence existing both on her cell phone and in a sex tape, but this angle is poorly developed and has no impact.
As a whodunit the feature is disappointing at every turn -lacking interesting red herrings and basically suffering from the pornographers' seeming disinterest in anything other than sex scenes. Physical confrontations and potential "action" scenes are beyond their abilities and budget, given that even these lengthy projects are still shot as 2 or 3-day wonders.
Low point for me came early on in a stock interrogation scene featuring Dera and a suspect - a scene we've seen thousands of times on TV shows like "NCIS" or "The Closer". The lack of filmmaking technique reached a new low (below even Doris Wishman's '60s films) as Dera's closeups just sitting there like a statue were matched to him asking questions, when in fact his words should have been presented as voice-over while we were staring at the listening suspect. A series of such editing blunders is left intact in the final print -certainly because the perpetrators of this mess don't care one whit about what is included between 30-minute all-sex vignettes.
Kortney Kane as Kagney's best friend comes off best in the cast, while solid performers like Monique Alexander and Madison Ivy are wasted. For that rare soul, like me, who insists on sitting through the whole thing, there is a meek attempt at style and a final twist that is amateurishly botched by Messers. Brando & Dangerfield.
Charles Dera and Scott Nails are the consistently boring police detectives going through the motions of a procedural which begins with the death of star Kagney Lee Karter. Flashbacks keep her in the spotlight for much of the six episodes, but rather untalented auteurs Brett Brando and Robbie Dangerfield fail to generate enough interest to captivate one's attention for a whopping 225 minutes.
Visual style is ugly - I don't think they were going for gritty but merely achieved low- quality. Milieu is the world of strippers, working in a club run by Ramon Nomar, but the pole dancing is boring and a large cast of peelers is merely wasted as filler. Main subplot involves the revelation that Det. Nails was romantically involved with the victim, evidence existing both on her cell phone and in a sex tape, but this angle is poorly developed and has no impact.
As a whodunit the feature is disappointing at every turn -lacking interesting red herrings and basically suffering from the pornographers' seeming disinterest in anything other than sex scenes. Physical confrontations and potential "action" scenes are beyond their abilities and budget, given that even these lengthy projects are still shot as 2 or 3-day wonders.
Low point for me came early on in a stock interrogation scene featuring Dera and a suspect - a scene we've seen thousands of times on TV shows like "NCIS" or "The Closer". The lack of filmmaking technique reached a new low (below even Doris Wishman's '60s films) as Dera's closeups just sitting there like a statue were matched to him asking questions, when in fact his words should have been presented as voice-over while we were staring at the listening suspect. A series of such editing blunders is left intact in the final print -certainly because the perpetrators of this mess don't care one whit about what is included between 30-minute all-sex vignettes.
Kortney Kane as Kagney's best friend comes off best in the cast, while solid performers like Monique Alexander and Madison Ivy are wasted. For that rare soul, like me, who insists on sitting through the whole thing, there is a meek attempt at style and a final twist that is amateurishly botched by Messers. Brando & Dangerfield.