One of Robby D.'s worst Digital Playground efforts (he calls this one a "trip", perhaps a bad trip in LSD parlance), "Passport" is a low-concept porn feature spotlighting Aletta Ocean, the Hungarian star who has graced many an erotic outing. She is ill-served by the incompetent helmer.
Story premise is very poorly telegraphed by an early scene in a bar where slimy Manuel Ferrara jokes with Aletta about taking her passport, which is exactly what he does a few reels later the morning after humping her, while she's asleep. He emerges as sort of a low-grade White Slaver, forcing women (especially those from Eastern Europe like Aletta and co-star Jordan Sparx) to work for him as prostitutes. They can't get away without their passports.
This slender thread of a plot line is pretty much ignored by Robby, who instead throws in sex scenes at the drop of a hat with a cat that is clueless as to what is expected of them, beyond the usual (and mechanical) in & out in carefully prescribed and repetitious sexual positions. James Deen is typical of this, and even admits in the dumb BTS short subject how ephemeral his non-role is.
Best scene has uber-busty Brit import McKenzie Lee servicing Scott Nails in that opening bar setting. For a while, the loose, all-sex format with an evocative jazz score in the background reminded me of a John Leslie directed video back in the day, but Robby soon abandons this approach in favor of generic sex filler.
Mr. D. actually shows up briefly as actor in a gangster confrontation that results in him being beaten to a pulp off-screen - certainly he deserved this or more for his dereliction of duty as the director.
Other talent wasted in this junker includes Andy San Dimas performing in a threesome in the bar, Sparx completely ho-hum in her humping at Ferrara's pad and Alexis Texas thrown in the mix opposite Mick Blue.
Story premise is very poorly telegraphed by an early scene in a bar where slimy Manuel Ferrara jokes with Aletta about taking her passport, which is exactly what he does a few reels later the morning after humping her, while she's asleep. He emerges as sort of a low-grade White Slaver, forcing women (especially those from Eastern Europe like Aletta and co-star Jordan Sparx) to work for him as prostitutes. They can't get away without their passports.
This slender thread of a plot line is pretty much ignored by Robby, who instead throws in sex scenes at the drop of a hat with a cat that is clueless as to what is expected of them, beyond the usual (and mechanical) in & out in carefully prescribed and repetitious sexual positions. James Deen is typical of this, and even admits in the dumb BTS short subject how ephemeral his non-role is.
Best scene has uber-busty Brit import McKenzie Lee servicing Scott Nails in that opening bar setting. For a while, the loose, all-sex format with an evocative jazz score in the background reminded me of a John Leslie directed video back in the day, but Robby soon abandons this approach in favor of generic sex filler.
Mr. D. actually shows up briefly as actor in a gangster confrontation that results in him being beaten to a pulp off-screen - certainly he deserved this or more for his dereliction of duty as the director.
Other talent wasted in this junker includes Andy San Dimas performing in a threesome in the bar, Sparx completely ho-hum in her humping at Ferrara's pad and Alexis Texas thrown in the mix opposite Mick Blue.
