Four Pure Taboo segments with unconvincing story lines were issued on this Devil's Film label DVD after premiering on-line.
That untalented team Michael Vegas and Siouxsie Q ruined the title segment, all about murder and infidelity but hopelessly confusing and unrewarding.
There are flashbacks within flashbacks plus flash-forwards, with the storytelling impossible to sort out. The end result got industry award recognition -an idiotic reaction.
As far as I could tell, and it would have been fairly interesting without the stupid structure, Nathan Bronson and overly-tattooed (very, very distracting) Vanessa Vega are newlyweds, but apparently she's also secretly carrying on with a creep named Felix (atrocious overacting as a madman by Tommy Pistol -ugh!!). Apparently under the spell of Christopher Nolan, the directors present the events of violence, guilt and a very lengthy sex scene in confusing chunks of footage. I lost interest quickly and ended up playing over and over parts of the scenes to sort out what's happening. In any event, the open ending resolves nothing. Script is credited to Penicio Del Toro, who probably shares if not owns the blame for the convoluted structure.
Katrina Colt is an attractive actress, given a chance to emote at the top of her lungs in "Collect Call". As usual, the lengthy sex scene is of paramount importance, but the shrill set-up scene is more annoying than scintillating.
She's angry at her brother-in-law Alex Jones for copping a plea that lands her husband (David Lord, merely playing a voice on the phone). Katrina would rather that Alex took the rap instead of her husband ending up in prison and she lets him have it both verbally and physically.
Somehow, in a lousy screenplay by Penicio
Leana Lovings is her irresistible self, but cast against type in "Mustn't Tell Teacher".
Her mom is a teacher (played by Marie McCray in a nothing role), who has helpful Tommy Pistol in her home mapping out a fund raising campaign to buy a 3-D printer for a school class. He turns out to be a creep preying on schoolgirls, and when her daughter Leana comes home and is left with Tommy, she turns out to be the seducer, not the other way around.
Gonzo sex by Tommy and Leana even includes foot fetish action, but the story lacks any interest. Especially for me, where Pistol is always an unwelcome creep on screen -his participation an instant turnoff. Del Toro, he calms her down and gets her to f*ck him, punctuated by a phone call from hubby in stir, anxious for her to show up on visiting day. There's a final twist near the end that was poorly written and delivered.
Lilly Bell has the lead role in "You're No Saint Either", a very klutzy attempt at sexual humor, helmed sloppily by the usually reliable Ricky Greenwood. It's quite embarrassing.
A familiar porn format has Lilly showing around a married couple interested in buying a $2,500,000 home. The acting is extremely poor, never believable for a moment, with Tommy Pistol as the husband even worse than usual. Lilly keeps trying (and succeeding) to seduce him with contrivances to supposedly fool his wife, big-butt star Mona Azar (in a non-sex role with her butt confined tightly inside her skirt).
The silliness really begins when Lilly locks claustrophobic Mona into a tiny little room off of the bathroom which contains a bidet for her to check out, giving Lilly just enough time to give Tommy a blow job. Later, she somehow locks Mona into an elevator (I suppose every two-story home should have one), and that gives her half an hour or so to hump Tommy, gonzo style.
It all adds up to nothing, just another Pure Taboo insult.
That untalented team Michael Vegas and Siouxsie Q ruined the title segment, all about murder and infidelity but hopelessly confusing and unrewarding.
There are flashbacks within flashbacks plus flash-forwards, with the storytelling impossible to sort out. The end result got industry award recognition -an idiotic reaction.
As far as I could tell, and it would have been fairly interesting without the stupid structure, Nathan Bronson and overly-tattooed (very, very distracting) Vanessa Vega are newlyweds, but apparently she's also secretly carrying on with a creep named Felix (atrocious overacting as a madman by Tommy Pistol -ugh!!). Apparently under the spell of Christopher Nolan, the directors present the events of violence, guilt and a very lengthy sex scene in confusing chunks of footage. I lost interest quickly and ended up playing over and over parts of the scenes to sort out what's happening. In any event, the open ending resolves nothing. Script is credited to Penicio Del Toro, who probably shares if not owns the blame for the convoluted structure.
Katrina Colt is an attractive actress, given a chance to emote at the top of her lungs in "Collect Call". As usual, the lengthy sex scene is of paramount importance, but the shrill set-up scene is more annoying than scintillating.
She's angry at her brother-in-law Alex Jones for copping a plea that lands her husband (David Lord, merely playing a voice on the phone). Katrina would rather that Alex took the rap instead of her husband ending up in prison and she lets him have it both verbally and physically.
Somehow, in a lousy screenplay by Penicio
Leana Lovings is her irresistible self, but cast against type in "Mustn't Tell Teacher".
Her mom is a teacher (played by Marie McCray in a nothing role), who has helpful Tommy Pistol in her home mapping out a fund raising campaign to buy a 3-D printer for a school class. He turns out to be a creep preying on schoolgirls, and when her daughter Leana comes home and is left with Tommy, she turns out to be the seducer, not the other way around.
Gonzo sex by Tommy and Leana even includes foot fetish action, but the story lacks any interest. Especially for me, where Pistol is always an unwelcome creep on screen -his participation an instant turnoff. Del Toro, he calms her down and gets her to f*ck him, punctuated by a phone call from hubby in stir, anxious for her to show up on visiting day. There's a final twist near the end that was poorly written and delivered.
Lilly Bell has the lead role in "You're No Saint Either", a very klutzy attempt at sexual humor, helmed sloppily by the usually reliable Ricky Greenwood. It's quite embarrassing.
A familiar porn format has Lilly showing around a married couple interested in buying a $2,500,000 home. The acting is extremely poor, never believable for a moment, with Tommy Pistol as the husband even worse than usual. Lilly keeps trying (and succeeding) to seduce him with contrivances to supposedly fool his wife, big-butt star Mona Azar (in a non-sex role with her butt confined tightly inside her skirt).
The silliness really begins when Lilly locks claustrophobic Mona into a tiny little room off of the bathroom which contains a bidet for her to check out, giving Lilly just enough time to give Tommy a blow job. Later, she somehow locks Mona into an elevator (I suppose every two-story home should have one), and that gives her half an hour or so to hump Tommy, gonzo style.
It all adds up to nothing, just another Pure Taboo insult.