Science-fiction has traditionally been an element that could give an Adult movie a chance for crossover audiences among the sci-fi/fantasy crowd, but Digital Playground in an era of extreme budget austerity makes this Female Space Aliens opus of zero interest beyond the humping.
Madison Ivy is miscast as a mathematician working for the government who cracks the invading aliens' code, translating it as "We come in peace". Think Jodie Foster with big fake boobs and plenty of botox.
The four by-the-numbers sex scenes represent quite a comedown for director/cameraman Francois Clousot, who was strictly A list back in his Wicked Pictures career. Gimmick is the female aliens hump an Earthling and then with very crummy SPFX on their eyes and mouth absorb their essence in sort of shape-shifter fashion. Ivy is gone before the story unfolds, absorbed by the sexy girl/girl performer Darcie Dolce.
Following in this mode, fellow alien Tia Cyrus absorbs stock army general Tommy Gunn, and then superstar Jessa Rhodes tries to do the same after IR action with Ricky Johnson, but he's brought along a cyanide pill with him and commits suicide before she can achieve her infiltration aim.
Finale has scientist Ryan Driller in a threesome with Jessa and Madison, latter of course actually Dolce in disguise, leading to an extremely cornball ending.
The interior sets here are among the crummiest I can recall in porn, even dating back to those 1-day wonders of the '60s and early '70s. Main visual in designer Andy Appleton's bag of tricks (where's his better half Kylie Ireland when we so desperately need her on the payroll?) is a black monolith conveniently stolen from Kubrick's "2001", as a portal to enter the alien spacecraft.
Science lab scenes are set in an undecorated tent, and the spacecraft interior is merely a black backdrop on a smoked set. Generic sex content is all that matters here.
Madison Ivy is miscast as a mathematician working for the government who cracks the invading aliens' code, translating it as "We come in peace". Think Jodie Foster with big fake boobs and plenty of botox.
The four by-the-numbers sex scenes represent quite a comedown for director/cameraman Francois Clousot, who was strictly A list back in his Wicked Pictures career. Gimmick is the female aliens hump an Earthling and then with very crummy SPFX on their eyes and mouth absorb their essence in sort of shape-shifter fashion. Ivy is gone before the story unfolds, absorbed by the sexy girl/girl performer Darcie Dolce.
Following in this mode, fellow alien Tia Cyrus absorbs stock army general Tommy Gunn, and then superstar Jessa Rhodes tries to do the same after IR action with Ricky Johnson, but he's brought along a cyanide pill with him and commits suicide before she can achieve her infiltration aim.
Finale has scientist Ryan Driller in a threesome with Jessa and Madison, latter of course actually Dolce in disguise, leading to an extremely cornball ending.
The interior sets here are among the crummiest I can recall in porn, even dating back to those 1-day wonders of the '60s and early '70s. Main visual in designer Andy Appleton's bag of tricks (where's his better half Kylie Ireland when we so desperately need her on the payroll?) is a black monolith conveniently stolen from Kubrick's "2001", as a portal to enter the alien spacecraft.
Science lab scenes are set in an undecorated tent, and the spacecraft interior is merely a black backdrop on a smoked set. Generic sex content is all that matters here.