I would like to believe that producer-director Bree Mills has her heart in the right place, but the painful experience of watching this one-joke faux comedy confounded me. Is she simply a fast-buck pornographer or actively trying to alienate her audience?
The script is simply awful, frequently degenerating into amateurish improvised dialogue. Cast consistently overacts, as if that was instantly funny. Jane Wilde as the naive intern is one-note boring as she reacts to the absurd behavior of her fellow employees on her first day at work: all they do is have sex with each other, and all she does is get uptight and fink on them, to no avail. When predictably she pulls a 180 and joins in on the mindless all-sex routine, her instant gonzo prowess is as fake and exaggerated as everyone else's sex performances.
So is the audience supposed to go along and enjoy uninterrupted stupidity? One assumes the viewer has come to enjoy some naturalistic, believable sexuality -you know, that cliche of modern porn called "chemistry". What they get instead is insulting: the XXX equivalent of an SNL TV sketch that doesn't work and isn't funny but drags on forever (in this case not a mind-bending 5 or 10 minutes but well over an hour and a half).
Hopefully somebody will tell the boss (i.e., Bree) that her approach to humor doesn't work, but apparently in the lucrative (at least I hope it still is in these tough times) world of porn she aspires to be the next Elon Musk. Certainly the company she presents here is as poorly run as the new Twitter.
The script is simply awful, frequently degenerating into amateurish improvised dialogue. Cast consistently overacts, as if that was instantly funny. Jane Wilde as the naive intern is one-note boring as she reacts to the absurd behavior of her fellow employees on her first day at work: all they do is have sex with each other, and all she does is get uptight and fink on them, to no avail. When predictably she pulls a 180 and joins in on the mindless all-sex routine, her instant gonzo prowess is as fake and exaggerated as everyone else's sex performances.
So is the audience supposed to go along and enjoy uninterrupted stupidity? One assumes the viewer has come to enjoy some naturalistic, believable sexuality -you know, that cliche of modern porn called "chemistry". What they get instead is insulting: the XXX equivalent of an SNL TV sketch that doesn't work and isn't funny but drags on forever (in this case not a mind-bending 5 or 10 minutes but well over an hour and a half).
Hopefully somebody will tell the boss (i.e., Bree) that her approach to humor doesn't work, but apparently in the lucrative (at least I hope it still is in these tough times) world of porn she aspires to be the next Elon Musk. Certainly the company she presents here is as poorly run as the new Twitter.