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I smell a rat: Howard Rodman wrote this worthless screenplay and also served as Naked City's story editor. His work should have been sent to the circular file.

They don't get any duller than this. It's a story about extradition, with Burke and Ed Asner sent to Los Angeles to bring back brothers Robert Blake and Frank Sutton, captured there during the opening credits and wanted for robbery and murder in NYC.

Before the hour's over they've killed another man in cold blood. Yes, watching this all I could think of was Blake paired with Scott Wilson six years later in that Capote classic, "In Cold Blood". This time around, the pairing goes nowhere.

Martin Balsam portrays their mentor at an orphanage who feels like he failed with them, given how Bobby & Frank turned out. The show plods along listlessly with very poorly set-up bursts of sudden violence, out of nowhere, violating every "rule" of suspense.

Jack Webb's dead-pan, flat approach to the genre with "Dragnet" became campy over the years -it was so low-affect. This episode is infinitely more boring than anything Jack pulled.

This performed-live "Climax!" segment from 1958 holds up well, with Dan Duryea as the surgeon on the spot facing a literally life and death decision. A very strong supporting cast makes it a winner.

Situation is drawn in bold relief: after an accident one twin is dying and needs a kidney while the second twin, played by Steve McQueen at "The Blob" starting phase of his career, has a heart problem making for an issue with him as the donor. Duryea votes for the transplant, but hospital brass opposes it.

Complicating the drama is the fact that kidney transplanting as a procedure was still in its infancy (only four years old). McQueen is quite sympathetic and forceful in his role, matched by B-movie queen Gloria Talbott as his mixed-feelings girlfriend.

Only one fault here is a gimmick of a squeaky oscilloscope superimposed on screen during the operation to heighten suspense -way too hokey.

This somewhat clumsy porn feature by a director (Giovanni) whose work I've not previously seen is ostensibly a story about female tennis pros. In a lousy cameo performance, Ron Jeremy adopts a tough-guy voice and makes like a pre-TMZ creep hiring folks to go undercover to get dirt on the girls for an expose story calling them lesbians that he's publishing in the tabloid Star (a paper from same owner as National Enquirer -recently making waves testifying as prime witness in Trump's Hush Money trial).

Most of the action takes place in the shower as girls have sex, highlighted by a weird scene (I can't recall a similar one back in the 1990s) of Traci Winn and Carolyn Monroe pegging with strap-on dildos two guys David Angel and Cole Stevens in the shower, including Angel giving Cole a blow-job.

Marc Wallice plays a tennis coach, making the video a showcase for two disgraced and canceled porn actors. Star Zara Whites does a striptease for Wallice before f*cking him, in which she sings (more of a talk-sing) and gets a "Vocals by" credit on screen.

Jeremy is embarrassing, paying an undercover hooker $500 upfront (against promised $5,000 for the story) and then only having $10 left, for which she gives him a hand-job.

As with similar porn, the tennis hook for the story is just that -there's no tennis played at all.

Episode 3 of the Digital Playground British-made series has Danny D's inspector character interrogating his country's queen Valentina Nappi about the murder, and her flashback recollection of the night's activities is filled with sex, but zero clues.

Accompanied by her bodyguard Alex Donald, she witnesses guest Honour May having sex on a pool table with Sam Bourne, and gets turned on. After she briefly sees her hostess Ella Hughes having a spat outdoors with the victim (which we've already seen before), Xander Corvus seduces her and treats her to the thrill of one of Ella's sex toys, a vibrator.

All this achieves is giving her an alibi, namely that she was humping Xander when the murder occurred. All we get in terms of the mystery is that Danny makes a mysterious phone call afterward, making his actions seem more suspect than those of the suspects he's interviewing. The antique phone he uses makes this (along with the costuming) seem like a period piece, but the sex toy vibrator is up to date.

Misty Stone tends to dominate this lesbian foursome, as she runs a book club where women read from romance novels.

It's faux incest as she coaxes her reluctant stepdaughter Destiny Mira to sit in on a book club meeting with members Jennifer White and Penny Barber, and everyone gets turned on listening to the book's purple prose recited.

It's mechanical sex by the four lying on a couch together, with Misty's tagline: "Oh my goodness!" standing out. Misty Stone tends to dominate this lesbian foursome, as she runs a book club where women read from romance novels.

It's faux incest as she coaxes her reluctant stepdaughter Destiny Mira to sit in on a book club meeting with members Jennifer White and Penny Barber, and everyone gets turned on listening to the book's purple prose recited.

It's mechanical sex by the four lying on a couch together, with Misty's tagline: "Oh my goodness!" standing out. Misty Stone tends to dominate this lesbian foursome, as she runs a book club where women read from romance novels.

It's faux incest as she coaxes her reluctant stepdaughter Destiny Mira to sit in on a book club meeting with members Jennifer White and Penny Barber, and everyone gets turned on listening to the book's purple prose recited.

It's mechanical sex by the four lying on a couch together, with Misty's tagline: "Oh my goodness!" standing out. Pros Barber and White are sexy as usual, but the combination of Misty's aggressive incest with the group sex gimmick comes off as forced and in poor taste.

Call it chemistry, but the trio of talented actresses make this "Mommy's Girl" threesome a real winner.

Situation is comical and almost silly: cute little freckled stepdaughter Demi Hawks is practicing a speech she has to make for school in front of her stepmoms Reagan Foxx and Kenzie Taylor, but she's extremely nervous regarding public speaking. Kenzie suggests that old-time gimmick of imagining the audience is just wearing underwear, and she and her wife disrobe to help out the illusion.

Things escalate, and soon the ladies start making love to their stepkid, in sensual and highly erotic fashion. A highlight is acrobatic sex as Demi is hoisted upside down in the air being simultaneously serviced and servicing them.

This faux incest exercise gets a light touch by director Ricky Greenwood and is a fine showcase for Hawks.

This Deeper DVD features two two-parters, neither amounting to more than interracial gonzo content. The four beauties make it watchable, but Kayden Kross and her fellow director Jay Rogue don't even bother to have endings or twists to their banal "stories".

KK directed "Roll the Dice", a BDSM fantasy that begins loaded with style and flashy editing, but quickly settles down to boring "high-energy" sex.

Framing footage has Kenna James (with ugly red hair) literally at her kitchen sink remembering a flashback of herself as voyeuse, masturbating as she hides behind a beaded curtain to watch Skye Blue in bondage mode with stud Troy Francisco. That's Part 1, done sans dialogue.

The oddest element is that the dice of the title have Arabic numerals on their faces instead of being real dice with spots on each face. Skye writes down a list of BDSM shtick to go with each number, and she rolls a 7, listed as "Honey". That means honey on Troy's dick for her to suck. KK's editing shows all manner of BDSM stuff like a wand, riding crop, ball-gag, but the sex is vanilla.

Kenna masturbates watching in the flashback, and takes over in Part 2, with Troy emerging from behind the beaded curtain this time, and she rolls a 5, announcing "Five", the only dialogue in the entire two-parter. That number on the list is for Flogging, which Troy delivers and they have a hot acrobatic sex scene. Both girls end up with creampies. End of non-story.

More pretentious is Rogue's two-parter titled "Third Space", taking its title from a concept of Harvard professor Homi K. Bhabha (not the Homi Bhabha who was a renowned nuclear physicist, as I learned trying to find out where the title came from). It concerns "collisions between cultures", part of Homi's study of the post-Colonial world. An uncredited NonSex actor plays the professor teaching these sex-hungry kids about the "Third Space".

Not sure what it has to do with Rogue's story, which is more of a riff on those ubiquitous internet ladies who make money off of "traffic" when they post self-made porn content on-line.

Amber Moore is a wannabe in that space, copying successful student Kendra Sunderland, latter known as the "Library Girl" because of her popular posting of herself having sex with her boyfriend Hollywood Cash in the school library. Amber wants to have Kendra help her get traffic for her own content but is rebuffed.

She seeks revenge (and traffic) by imitating Kendra using Kendra's boyfriend Cash plus her own man Jay Hefner, in a library threesome. Kendra is not amused. She drops boyfriend Cash, substitutes "older guy" Jax Slayher and adds Jay to photograph (by cell phone) her own threesome in a classroom. For good measure, she gets Amber's profile taken down for violating site rules. My reaction: who cares?

This vignette concerning time travel makes one of those "Bill & Ted" adventures seem like "Lawrence of Arabia" by comparison. I would blame Bree Mills for assigning the segment to her least talented directors and writer (that is: Siouxsie Q & Michael Vegas plus Midnight) to achieve the unimaginative, chintzy result.

Veteran traveler Emma Rose and her first-time time-hopper Eva Maxim pop up in an ordinary living room from our era, apparently coming here from the 24th Century. They're dressed in silver outfits including shades and boots that look like artifacts from a cheap 1950s sci-fi movie about women from Outer Space.

What are the objects from our time that Maxim has never seen before? Why, a sofa, pillow and a blanket, which smug, know-it-all Rose explains are just the thing for the ancient custom known as "sex".

That cues, after all of two minutes or so of intro, Rose to give Maxim a demonstration of that archaic custom, and their trans on trans lesbian sex seems to come naturally to the curious Eva. Both receive creampies.

Now one would think that scriptwriter Midnight would come up with something relevant to our time as destined to become outdated 300 years hence, say cell phones, electric cars, perhaps oversized meta headsets? No, blankets and pillows are chosen to represent the 21st Century. After all, the target audience is tuning in merely to see sex performers having sex, and nothing more.

Xavi Rocka's sequel to Private Media's hit "The Heiress" brings back the wealthy stepsisters Angelika Grays and Marie Berger in a non-story that fits neatly into a "LIfestyles of the Rich and not so Famous" format. As pure escapism, I was lulled into the gonzo "joie de vivre" of endless anal sex on display, though Rocka seems content to portray these heroines as merely textbook examples of the idle rich, without a care in the world.

The closest thing to work is provided by a couple of new supporting femmes. Berger has a new girlfriend, played by Catherine Knight, who I had previously seen in a Dorcel "Escorts" movie and is now frequently featured in Private's all-sex videos. She plays a fashion designer, and Grays gives her a shot at getting her own brand, funded by the sisters. That puts the spotlight briefly on scene-stealer Misha Maver (originally from Siberia), playing a truly beautiful model who has a potent 3-way with Alberto Blanco and Jason Carrera.

One returning member of the cast from "The Heiress" is Potro de Bilbao as Grays' chauffeur, a real stud in bed. Other original cast folk do appear in an intro Recap montage from Part One, notably Brit expat Kai Taylor. Movie ends, just like the original, with that gonzo mainstay -a group-sex scene.

I don't buy into the cryptocurrency craze at all - I still like having walking around money in my leather wallet when I leave the house. But here's a porno video from Private Media that manages to find a crypto hook for a hot Adult feature set in London.

Beautiful newcomer Ruby Reign and Bruce Williams are working at a trading firm in "The City", that financial center of London, and they're up to no good. Bruce has stashed away significant funds in crypto fraudulently, but the jig is up: he's due for an interview with financial investigators the next day. He gives a key to Ruby and she's also got all the passwords to unlock the cache of crypto in case of her partner being arrested.

The investigators are also a sexy pair: redhead Lola Gatsby (a/k/a Buffy Lebrat) and Raylan Franco, and in a rather interesting scene, they meet with Bruce in a boardroom to confront him with the evidence of their case. They've traced a large number of fraudulent transactions involving crypto to his workstation and show him the evidence, but he smugly stonewalls them completely, refusing to acknowledge any guilt. Scene climaxes with Lola asking him if he has any partners in this wrongdoing and he calmly says no. I found the British reserve and underplaying of all three actors quite remarkable -one doesn't expect (or receive) such fine acting in a porn movie, especially where subtlety is in short supply.

Ruby escapes to stay with her friend Hazel Moore at her country manor, and is rewarded by a hot threesome with busty blonde favorite Sienna Day and her partner Maximo Garcia (a/k/a Joel Tomas). It's a happy, amoral twist to a crime story, far removed from the tough guy shoot-ups of local boy Guy Ritchie. I'd say a victory of Eros over Thanatos, courtesy of DiSanto.

As porn has migrated to the internet, where so much of it is free, the budgets have been cut back quite severely, with fans apparently not complaining all that much. A victim of this trend is production value, as evidenced in DiSanto's "At the Stables" for Private Media. Action takes place entirely at Honour May's horse stables, yet for 2-1/2 hours of running time there's not a single horse in sight.

The feature's subtitle is "Girls That Live to Ride", but the alternate sexual connotation of "ride" is what counts here. With her lovely voice and British accent, Honour narrates quite a bit, filling in characterizations and back stories so that the action on screen can stick mainly to sex.

She and her husband Bruce Williams have a number of guests plus employees, all of them oversexed (as are Honour and Bruce). It adds up to four lengthy sex scenes, staged either in a hay loft or outdoors.

Two busty actresses, Jolee Love and Miss Alice Wild, provide strong content, and a French newcomer Anita Rover, shows promise but is overly fond of staring directly at the camera (okay for porn but a cinematic no-no).

One fetish here goes with the setting: it seems like all the sex scenes are staged with characters keeping their boots on. I guess pornographers should think about a porn tribute to General Custer, perhaps for 2026 to celebrate the sesquicentennial of his Last Stand.

The final card of the end credits notes that the DVD is assigned to PMG Entertainment Limited in Dubin, Ireland (obviously for tax reasons); the Private website agrees, no longer listing Spain as the nationality of the producer/distributor.

For decades, it wasn't considered a porn scene until the money shot was delivered, a cliche analogous to the "fat lady sings" in an opera. In recent years, the creampie has gained favor with fans (and pornographers, especially because it's so easy to fake), and Pure Taboo celebrates this with a pair of outre segments paired on DVD.

For the title scene: Christina Shine created a website MixedX with plenty of kinky content, and here she provides some of her largesse to another Adult Time label: Pure Taboo. It gives Euro star Kitana Lure a chance to shine, both in her dramatic (overdramatic as well) acting and amazing sexuality in service of a truly ridiculous story (by PT house writer Lapis Afterglow).

She's more than angry at her hubby Dean Van Damme having cheated on her with his secretary, but a bit of research involving his calendar and business trips he took inform her that the dalliance amounted to ten times. Her revenge is unique, and uniquely nonsensical: she confronts her hubby with the fact that she's just been gang-banged by 10 recruited studs who gave her 10 creampies, and with cum dripping on the floor from her, she demands that he humps her while the hot stuff is still inside her pussy, if he wants to earn her forgiveness.

That's a whole lot to swallow (pardon my mixed metaphors) for Pure Taboo fans, but they're used to sitting through preposterous stories. Brit porn vet (he's the one with the overall tattoos) Van Damme gets down and dirty, seeming to enjoy handling (and ingesting) all that fake cum before adding to Kitana's dubious internal stockpile. You have to admire the oddball kinkiness, and Kitana's performance makes up for the idiocy of it all.

For "Breeding Questions", Natasha Nice teamed up with Bree Mills to write this dumb scene, one of the sillier Pure Taboo gimmick segments.

She pretends to be a private investigator to pump Lucky Fate for information about his scandalous relationship as an art teacher having sex with his student Anna, causing her expulsion. He agrees to an interview, she keeps asking him intrusive sexual questions and then pumps him for cum and a creampie as part of her breeding fantasy.

With Nice's deep decolletage dominating the frame throughout, fans can certainly enjoy her uninhibited seuxality, but the Natasha/Bree screenplay is ridiculous. So as usual, sex aims for an A grade in the world of Pure Taboo, while the writing flunks out.

British director DiSanto, having shot thousands of scenes over the past two decades, has adapted to the current preference for lengthy sex vignettes. This Private Media feature about the porn industry delivers four connected vignettes delivering about 40 minutes of XXX content per scene.

It stars Scarlett Jones as a journalist working on a story about the Adult Entertainment industry, and Jasmine Jae as the boss of a top porn label. No surprise that the show is very positive on the working conditions of shooting porn, and overall the video glamorizes the industry, not addressing major porn labels (including Private, which funded it) but rather the more personal companies (like Jae's) emerging in the internet era.

An attractive cast is employed, and there's zero dramatics, just Scarlett checking out how porn is shot and predictably giving it a try in the last segment, as she seduces Jae's go-fer/production assistant Dante White (a/k/a Bruce Williams).

Futanarixxx has pretty much abandoned the male actors (Sam Bourne and Pavlos) who dutifully acted as "stunt cocks" in early episodes of the series, now using fake penises for the actresses, their attachment hidden under some clothing. So the futas are rarely nude.

This vignette is supernatural in content, as Alice Peachy and her sister-in-law Valentina Nappi go to a shaman (an actress who is uncredited) to try and contact Alice's dead husband Matt (he's Nappi's brother).

The shaman is successful, but Matt's spirit inhabits Valentina's body and she grows a large futanari cock, all the better for him to impregnate his wife, from beyond the grave. Sort of a goofy premise for a horror movie, but business as usual for this website, where at least one futanari shows up every segment.

Peachy is a welcome newcomer, with huge natural floppy breasts that are quite appealing. Fan favorite Nappi is reliably strong in a different sort of role for her. Now, if only I could figure out who played the shaman!

It's nice to see Wolf Hudson back in action -he pioneered the flexible casting of performers in different Adult niches over a decade ago by playing in Gay Porn, Straight Porn and Transsexual Porn assignments without jeopardizing his career.

Now on a crummy "Exam room" set he plays Dr. Wolf Hudson, a transparently horny doc giving newcomer TS girl Kalli Grace a physical. Lapis Afterglow's dialogue is poor, especially the tough to recite with a straight face line: "May I check your genitals?", but begins topically with Wolf expressing his belief that all people deserve quality medical care including trans patients. Kalli's seductive glances are overdone, but she's a promising gonzo talent, reminding me of cis-female star Candice Dare, but without Dare's huge butt.

Emphasis here is on Wolf rimming her, while Kalli's skill at deep throat is complemented by her copious cum shot when she jerks off after Wolf gives her a facial.

Christina Shine created a website MIxedX with plenty of kinky content, and here she provides some of her largesse to another Adult Time label: Pure Taboo. It gives Euro star Kitana Lure a chance to shine, both in her dramatic (overdramatic as well) acting and amazing sexuality in service of a truly ridiculous story (by PT house writer Lapis Afterglow).

She's more than angry at her hubby Dean Van Damme having cheated on her with his secretary, but a bit of research involving his calendar and business trips he took inform her that the dalliance amounted to ten times. Her revenge is unique, and uniquely nonsensical: she confronts her hubby with the fact that she's just been gang-banged by 10 recruited studs who gave her 10 creampies, and with cum dripping on the floor from her, she demands that he humps her while the hot stuff is still inside her pussy, if he wants to earn her forgiveness.

That's a whole lot to swallow (pardon my mixed metaphors) for Pure Taboo fans, but they're used to sitting through preposterous stories. Brit porn vet (he's the one with the overall tattoos) Van Damme gets down and dirty, seeming to enjoy handling (and ingesting) all that fake cum before adding to Kitana's dubious internal stockpile. You have to admire the oddball kinkiness, and Kitana's performance makes up for the idiocy of it all.

Natasha Nice teamed up with Bree Mills to write this dumb scene, one of the sillier Pure Taboo gimmick segments.

She pretends to be a private investigator to pump Lucky Fate for information about his scandalous relationship as an art teacher having sex with his student Anna, causing her expulsion. He agrees to an interview, she keeps asking him intrusive sexual questions and then pumps him for cum and a creampie as part of her breeding fantasy.

With Nice's deep decolletage dominating the frame throughout, fans can certainly enjoy her uninhibited seuxality, but the Natasha/Bree screenplay is ridiculous. So as usual, sex aims for an A grade in the world of Pure Taboo, while the writing flunks out.

Apart from being a real 35mm porn movie, "Can't Get Enough" is a chore to watch, as it runs its slim premise into the ground. A story about a sexual elixir, akin to an aphrodisiac, it operates on the principle (signaled by the title) that sex workers in sweaty action with energy at as high a level as they can muster is enough to entertain. With eleven sex scenes grinding away pointlessly in concentrated fashion, it way overstays its welcome.

Shot in Manhattan, it stars Karen Summer narrating her story of becoming a sex slave among many others to Chelsea Blake, a not very attractive porn star, who at the outset signals her domination by squirting the elixir.

A large, quite famous cast of performers go to work in meaningless fashion, all driven by a sexual hunger that depends to some extent on the potent elixir. But their passion and exaggerated movements seem fake due to so much repetition.

Had the filmmakers, led by unknown director Louis Dana, told a real story and saved the sexual theatrics for one amazing dramatic climax, the film might have worked. As is, it is strictly for fans at the all-sex end of the spectrum.

Porn during the VHS era so often using exactly the same actors and actresses over and over is wearying, so on paper it might seem a treat to see a very different cast. This thought is disproved by "One for the Road!", a hard-to-watch set of sex scenes with unappealing, no-name players (plus a few regulars).

There's no story, plenty of aimless improv dialog and ugly sets. I tried to discern some structure or point to the footage, but there is none. The non-actors can't spit out their dialogue properly -they're simply on the payroll to have mechanical sex. The stars are all slumming, ranging from Sasha Gabor, as the owner of a bar that doubles part of the week as a sex club, to Nikki Knight, who has sex on a pool table at said bar. Don Fernando pops up having sex on that pool table later, but with a totally obscure blonde, Sharon Swalow.

A room covered with graffiti is the setting for a couple of unknowns to have sex on a motorcycle, marketed as role-playing, and then another no-name couple borrowing the place to have sex away from their parents. This video is as crummy as possible.

Another of those VHS 2-part releases, frustrating to watch since all the story's answers are reserved for Part Two.

The story is the hoary old tale of a motley group of folks gathered at a mansion for the reading of the will. Jon Dough gets the movie going poorly since he's miscast reading the will, lacking any gravitas needed for such a role. Everyone has to stay at the mansion for a full week in order to inherit, and the viewer has to suffer mightily through an overwritten script (by Gale Wynand) that has our porno performers reciting very artificial dialogue (completely unnatural) about dreams and other theories of the dead man (played in flashback by Dick Nasty).

Soon everyone's having erotic dreams, plenty of sex for us to watch. Cum shots are in slow motion, and nothing happens -no character development, clues or actual suspense. By betraying the "whodunit" suspense genre, the movie is a bust. And of course, casting Rebecca Wild as the dead man's lover gives voyeurs a really big bust to stare at.

Acting talent Sharon Mitchell and Billy Dee teamed up to co-direct this misjudged spoof of the hit "Moonstruck", so amateurish I started to feel queasy after a while. One would think seasoned pros knew better.

The cast plays Italian-American roles, strictly cliched, and the poor script by Chad Randolph attempts to be cute and funny but fails. Don Fernando is in love with Sharon Mitchell -they have a spaghetti dinner (as boring as could be) and then he gives her an engagement ring and fu*ks her. His brother with mangled hand "James Dean" shows up and mesmerizes her.

Throw in some sex filler scenes, like two gals having foot-fetish sex in a sauna, and you have a ridiculous movie. Worst acting is by Jesse Eastern as "Uncle Vito", worth showing to any acting class as a prime example of what not to do.

After suffering through the movie I wasn't prepared for the final scene, truly moronic.

Christy Canyon graduated to making her one movies, but this one written and directed by Tina Marie is a stinker. Both ladies come up zero.

Tina's awful dialogue and script plays to buttering up the boss, basically a tale of liberation as Christy breaks away from her neglectful producer husband Mike Horner to build an acting career for herself. This stress on independence is more corny than feminist, and clearly is a personal message by Christy (and Tina) that falls flat.

The lighting, sets and staging is that of a TV sitcom, and the situations are all cliche. Horner likes to hump his busty secretary Renee Foxxe and has trouble with talent, while the usual porn studs Peter North and T. T. Boy are on hand to service the ladies, replete with slow-motion cum shots. The whole movie is phony, right down to CC's "triumphant" finish (divorcing Horner).

A dumb feature about sexual activity at a ski resort cheaply avoids any skiing at all, just the setting. An okay cast is wasted here, especially Dyanna Lauren who argues with everyone and then is relegated to a lengthy masturbation scene only.

Nikki Sinn is blamed for overbooking the place, but that only makes it easier to have hookups. And she pleases the fans with her specialty: anal sex including double penetration. Among the other players, Nicole London and Alicia Rio deliver the goods.

Stuart Canterbury is ultra-lazy this time out, wasting an opportunity to make a real movie, and settling for sex filler instead.

Internet romance scams are a big news story today, amounting to a billion dollar industry fleecing lonely folk, but here's a cutrate VHS porn feature on the subject prior to the internet revolution. Cash Markman's typically worthless screenplay has T. T. Boy as the scumbag fleecing his customers with the old bait & switch, hiring beauties to front for his escort/dating service while delivering less desirable possible mates.

This is an "Introducing" vehicle for newcomer Mickala, who didn't catch on (after appearing in clunkers like this one. She resembles Tiffany Mynx, which I found confusing since the real Tiffany appears in a filler sex scene with T. T. Boy in the same movie.

Markman (billed spelled "Marcman") has T. T. Boy humping a prostitute, Alicia Rio, then has Mickala having sex with her roommate Lacy Rose and wraps up the show with two dates from the escort service (where you watch your future match via VHS first). Twist ending is boring. A total waste of time, reissued on DVD for another fast buck. Story is about scamming, but "Midnight Confessions" is the real scam.

Shot on film for VHS release, "Love to Mother" is an extremely poor incest feature, pandering to fans who back in the day got to watch stories about incest rather than the current "Stepmom" stuff. Pointless script and stag-movie level direction sink this one.

Tantala Ray has an evil look more suited to the dominatrix roles she specializes in, but there's no hint of wholesomeness here. She was a child bride, hubby's dead, and now she gets off masturbating and dating again. She seduces her adult son Blake Palmer with ease, and it's interesting that after they make love, the directors present an obsessive lust with a couple days' worth of incestuous humping depicted and Blake delivering two different money shots.

More as sex padding than storytelling, freewheeling Tantala follows up with a gang-bang and a threesome, both featuring Blake and showing he's willing to share his mama with others as long as his needs aren't neglected. An amoral lesson for us all.