Bryn Pryor has Peter Principled his way to directing much of Gamma's Fantasy Massage content of late, reducing the format to strictly moronic material, all the easier to rush to the XXX footage. Reminds me of sportscaster Warner Wolf's famous "Let's go to the videotape!" rush to wrap up a segment.
Two of three chintzy episodes are shot on an overused Gamma set consisting of a white-painted raw brick wall in a small room usually minimally decorated to be either a bathroom or massage parlor.
Two segments feature Brad Newman, styled with his turn-off man bun hairdo. First he's a client for masseuse Laney Grey, with absurd premise that he has a seaweed business that manufactures the Nuru gel she uses in her treatments, and wants to check it out as she massages him. Dumb excuse for sex.
He returns as a professor whose student Freya Parker has used her class project to develop a new material that limits friction, and she cajoles him into letting her test it on him. They hump in a classroom that is about as unconvincing a set (desk and a couple of student chairs) as possible, with an inflatable mattress appearing out of nowhere on the floor for her to massage him with the goo she's created. Both Newman scenes end identically with him pledging to return the next day for more sex.
The crummy bathroom/salon brick wall set is poorly converted into a dining room for the final scene, a New Age sort of spoof starring busty veteran Ryan Keely. Her boyfriend Dante Colle has writer's block and she decides to solve his problem by freeing him of stress via yoga/sex. It's silly but a far more arousing vignette than the Brad scenes.
Two of three chintzy episodes are shot on an overused Gamma set consisting of a white-painted raw brick wall in a small room usually minimally decorated to be either a bathroom or massage parlor.
Two segments feature Brad Newman, styled with his turn-off man bun hairdo. First he's a client for masseuse Laney Grey, with absurd premise that he has a seaweed business that manufactures the Nuru gel she uses in her treatments, and wants to check it out as she massages him. Dumb excuse for sex.
He returns as a professor whose student Freya Parker has used her class project to develop a new material that limits friction, and she cajoles him into letting her test it on him. They hump in a classroom that is about as unconvincing a set (desk and a couple of student chairs) as possible, with an inflatable mattress appearing out of nowhere on the floor for her to massage him with the goo she's created. Both Newman scenes end identically with him pledging to return the next day for more sex.
The crummy bathroom/salon brick wall set is poorly converted into a dining room for the final scene, a New Age sort of spoof starring busty veteran Ryan Keely. Her boyfriend Dante Colle has writer's block and she decides to solve his problem by freeing him of stress via yoga/sex. It's silly but a far more arousing vignette than the Brad scenes.