Sultry Veronica Hart plays Pandora, a NYC gal who wanders into an East Village antique shop one afternoon and becomes mesmerized by an old mirror in which she sees sex acts taking place. She's gotta have it but the proprietor tells her it's not for sale ...although she can take it home for a day or two if she likes. Back at her apartment, Pandora watches the mirror's history unfold- it was carved during the American Revolution from an oak tree struck by lightning and she's nearly driven crazy from lust seeing its previous owners have sex through the centuries. Among the vignettes are one from the Revolution, one about a gangster, and another about an old-time Hollywood star. It's a high-end XXX film with a beautiful leading lady, impressive cinematography, a soundtrack that includes the VERTIGO score (as well as "Ommadawn Part One"), some highly-charged erotic action and, best of all, an eerie ending with Pandora getting "sucked" into the mirror to become its latest tale as it goes back on display in the antique shop. It's the perfect second feature for Jonas Middleton's XXX "porno chic" horror yarn, THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS (1976).
I actually met the lady -briefly- back in the early '80s at a strip-mall opening of a video store when they were all the rage. I couldn't believe how petite she was and she looked gorgeous in a gold-glitter knit sweater and jeans that were spray-painted on like THE HITCHHIKER's. Ms. Hart was wide-eyed and bushy-tailed, darting here, there, and everywhere, tossing her curly dark mane about. She was definitely "on" and looked genuinely surprised when I told her why I loved PANDORA'S MIRROR but once it became clear I wasn't buying WANDA WHIPS WALL STREET (the VHS she was hawking), she didn't stick around me and my friend much longer. Before she signed photos for us and scampered off, she did say she studied acting in England and appeared on the London stage as "Randee Styles". The autographed pic ("To _____ , you make me hot and randy -keep it up! Love Veronica Hart xxx") hangs in my den to this day.
I actually met the lady -briefly- back in the early '80s at a strip-mall opening of a video store when they were all the rage. I couldn't believe how petite she was and she looked gorgeous in a gold-glitter knit sweater and jeans that were spray-painted on like THE HITCHHIKER's. Ms. Hart was wide-eyed and bushy-tailed, darting here, there, and everywhere, tossing her curly dark mane about. She was definitely "on" and looked genuinely surprised when I told her why I loved PANDORA'S MIRROR but once it became clear I wasn't buying WANDA WHIPS WALL STREET (the VHS she was hawking), she didn't stick around me and my friend much longer. Before she signed photos for us and scampered off, she did say she studied acting in England and appeared on the London stage as "Randee Styles". The autographed pic ("To _____ , you make me hot and randy -keep it up! Love Veronica Hart xxx") hangs in my den to this day.