"Naked Desert"'s director Layne Parker is simply designated in IMDb as "Ashlyn Gere's husband", and this hanger-on's incompetence is on view in this poorly made feature for Vivid. It goes nowhere for all of 72 minutes, not embarrassing but just terminally clunky.
Protagonists are apparently camping out in the desert, Sandi Beach and Steven St. Croix in an RV and their pal Hank Armstrong on a crummy motorbike. Dialogue is so poorly recorded that had Layne been telling a story it would be impossible to follow, but he isn't. Instead he has a deus ex machina in the form of lovely star Anna Malle, dressed incongruously in fancy white lingerie and high heels as she appears and disappears in the desert like an apparition.
The cast humps to fill the running time, climaxing in an orgy during which, for no apparent reason, previously hard & spunky Hank lays out, just watching the other folk get it on. They've been joined by busty Kylie Ireland, a blonde this time out and her man Marc Wallice, who were saved by Malle in the nick of time when their car went out of control and blew up.
Nothing much happens during this XXX exercise, and the cast alternately registers surprise at Malle's fantasy comings and goings, or just couldn't care less (just like the audience). The orgy scene is staged by a campfire at sunset, with an unexplained (and idiotic) backdrop of a wall painted with fancy graffiti (in the middle of the desert?) and a photogenic huge storm sewer pipe out of nowhere. This pipe is used for the framing of the final shot, staged as if ripping off (hommage anyone?) the famous and enduring gun barrel opening sequence of a James Bond film.
Protagonists are apparently camping out in the desert, Sandi Beach and Steven St. Croix in an RV and their pal Hank Armstrong on a crummy motorbike. Dialogue is so poorly recorded that had Layne been telling a story it would be impossible to follow, but he isn't. Instead he has a deus ex machina in the form of lovely star Anna Malle, dressed incongruously in fancy white lingerie and high heels as she appears and disappears in the desert like an apparition.
The cast humps to fill the running time, climaxing in an orgy during which, for no apparent reason, previously hard & spunky Hank lays out, just watching the other folk get it on. They've been joined by busty Kylie Ireland, a blonde this time out and her man Marc Wallice, who were saved by Malle in the nick of time when their car went out of control and blew up.
Nothing much happens during this XXX exercise, and the cast alternately registers surprise at Malle's fantasy comings and goings, or just couldn't care less (just like the audience). The orgy scene is staged by a campfire at sunset, with an unexplained (and idiotic) backdrop of a wall painted with fancy graffiti (in the middle of the desert?) and a photogenic huge storm sewer pipe out of nowhere. This pipe is used for the framing of the final shot, staged as if ripping off (hommage anyone?) the famous and enduring gun barrel opening sequence of a James Bond film.