Rather embarrassing most of the way, "Misha in Exile" finds Euro star Misha Cross full of herself, rivaling Trump in the narcissism department, but fortunately without his disastrous consequences on the world at large. The only damage she does is letting loose yet another mindless Evil Angel release on a horny public.
Most alarming to me was the absorption and even espousal (in an unfortunate BTS interview of Misha by her co-star and frequent collaborator Sam Bentley) of the dreaded gonzo philosophy, which has plagued Adult Cinema ever since Max Hardcore (I much prefer his alternate moniker Max Steiner, which at least conjures up the namesake's quality films of the '30s and '40s) revolutionized for the worse the genre over two decades ago.
Directing herself (a sterner taskmaster was called for I'm afraid), she preens and stares smugly at the camera, even in an ill-advised sequence at the beach where she strides proudly into the ocean as if to imply suicide. These grand gestures persist throughout the show, when in fact all that actually transpires is a few high-energy, high on repetition and tediousness gonzo sex scenes with Sam, Erik Everhard or Lutro.
One exception thrusts relatively obscure actress Dolly Diore into the spotlight, in a threesome with Misha and Ramon Nomar. She's pretty, but hardly star material.
Speaking of stars, the BTS exchange between Sam and Misha on what separates a true porn star from just another wannabe girl trying to pay off her student loans is beyond idiotic, as the duo soon lapse into "Inside Baseball" discussions of such matters as how to recuperate from a bad d.p. and other topics. It is sad to witness talented folk who have so internalized "the industry" and its current gonzo mentality that nothing else seems to matter, period. Even the title of this woebegone project reeks of self-pity.
Most alarming to me was the absorption and even espousal (in an unfortunate BTS interview of Misha by her co-star and frequent collaborator Sam Bentley) of the dreaded gonzo philosophy, which has plagued Adult Cinema ever since Max Hardcore (I much prefer his alternate moniker Max Steiner, which at least conjures up the namesake's quality films of the '30s and '40s) revolutionized for the worse the genre over two decades ago.
Directing herself (a sterner taskmaster was called for I'm afraid), she preens and stares smugly at the camera, even in an ill-advised sequence at the beach where she strides proudly into the ocean as if to imply suicide. These grand gestures persist throughout the show, when in fact all that actually transpires is a few high-energy, high on repetition and tediousness gonzo sex scenes with Sam, Erik Everhard or Lutro.
One exception thrusts relatively obscure actress Dolly Diore into the spotlight, in a threesome with Misha and Ramon Nomar. She's pretty, but hardly star material.
Speaking of stars, the BTS exchange between Sam and Misha on what separates a true porn star from just another wannabe girl trying to pay off her student loans is beyond idiotic, as the duo soon lapse into "Inside Baseball" discussions of such matters as how to recuperate from a bad d.p. and other topics. It is sad to witness talented folk who have so internalized "the industry" and its current gonzo mentality that nothing else seems to matter, period. Even the title of this woebegone project reeks of self-pity.