Cinema of Confrontation (see mid-career Warhol) lives on in the eighth edition of this popular Girlfriends Films series, wherein uncredited director (likely company honcho Dan O'Connell) leaves his talented actresses adrift without a paddle in the lame set-ups to overlong lesbian sex encounters.
Worst is the opening scene, dragging on for an eternity as super-buxom mom Darla Crane, she of Fetish fame decades ago, tries to improvise sensible dialog reactions to inane provocations by over-the-top bad girl Lena Nicole.
Lena dominates most of the film, limning an unbearably bossy character who would have gotten a Mark Harmon-styled whack upside the head and been dispatched from the scene many a time had this been a quasi-mainstream project. But instead, no matter how stupid her suggestions of sex acts by the rest of the cast, mom and daughter generation alike, they all go along like mindless subs.
As usual, wearing cheerleader outfits before doffing same is as close as the non-story gets to the series' title premise. It's all-sex time parading as narrative, and improvised narrative at that.
My favorite player is Whitney Westgate, looking mousy in her uniform, but boasting beautiful, big natural tits out of it. Shae Snow in the jail- bait role gets two sex scenes, with poor Cherie DeVille as nonplussed as Darla in later reels as she has to put up with the nonsense of the young'uns. This series is supposed to have an on-going story line, but the opening recap of events and characters from Chapter 7 bears little to no relationship to the arbitrary sex filler of this edition.
Worst is the opening scene, dragging on for an eternity as super-buxom mom Darla Crane, she of Fetish fame decades ago, tries to improvise sensible dialog reactions to inane provocations by over-the-top bad girl Lena Nicole.
Lena dominates most of the film, limning an unbearably bossy character who would have gotten a Mark Harmon-styled whack upside the head and been dispatched from the scene many a time had this been a quasi-mainstream project. But instead, no matter how stupid her suggestions of sex acts by the rest of the cast, mom and daughter generation alike, they all go along like mindless subs.
As usual, wearing cheerleader outfits before doffing same is as close as the non-story gets to the series' title premise. It's all-sex time parading as narrative, and improvised narrative at that.
My favorite player is Whitney Westgate, looking mousy in her uniform, but boasting beautiful, big natural tits out of it. Shae Snow in the jail- bait role gets two sex scenes, with poor Cherie DeVille as nonplussed as Darla in later reels as she has to put up with the nonsense of the young'uns. This series is supposed to have an on-going story line, but the opening recap of events and characters from Chapter 7 bears little to no relationship to the arbitrary sex filler of this edition.