Pornographer Bobby Manila belongs to the camp that favors quantity over quality, grinding out porn as quickly and sloppily as possible. The hook and the packaging are meant to sell his stuff, not the actual contents.
The improvised acting and dialog are both terrible, with even the wonderful Rayveness seeming bewildered at times, refusing to stay in character in such a mess. Of course, one can infer the director is only interested in her delivering the proper sexual positions on cue, and nothing else.
The series skirts the popular incest genre while invoking it by the title alone. These filthy so-and-sos like to humper neighbors or their kids' friends, more a case of infidelity and poaching than any hint of incest. Finale has Ray humping "kid" Johnny Castle, seriously miscast in a supposedly young guy role.
The improvised acting and dialog are both terrible, with even the wonderful Rayveness seeming bewildered at times, refusing to stay in character in such a mess. Of course, one can infer the director is only interested in her delivering the proper sexual positions on cue, and nothing else.
The series skirts the popular incest genre while invoking it by the title alone. These filthy so-and-sos like to humper neighbors or their kids' friends, more a case of infidelity and poaching than any hint of incest. Finale has Ray humping "kid" Johnny Castle, seriously miscast in a supposedly young guy role.