This lame spy spoof shows the usually competent Paul Vatelli at his most uncharacteristically clueless, almost as if the final film were drastically edited down from a project initially intended to go much bigger but abandoned when the budget ran out with large chunks of plot exposition left entirely to viewer imagination. Even worse, he has slighted the sex, most of it brief to the point of perfunctory, in favor of this fractured narrative unable to support such close scrutiny.
Stuck in yet another showcase unworthy of her formidable talents, the possibly not so late after all Lisa DeLeeuw (Internet rumor persists that she may have "staged" or at least spread news of her own "death" to escape her porno past) works hard to rise above the material as top secret agent 38 DD, hot on the heels of a gang of cash counterfeiters who have killed her lover (future filmmaker John Stagliano who changed surprisingly little over the years) in the line of duty. That he attempts to escape in some sort of experimental spacecraft is but one of many elements the script (attributed to both director and his regular partner in crime Ronnie Friedland aka "Mike Hunt") barely bothers to explain. A cute touch has Lisa's employment organization run entirely by milquetoast males, including the obligatory Bond gadget whiz played by Steve Reiley who was photographer Hillary Summers' prancing male assistant in Jack Genero's FLASH. Her superior "P" (one Ernie Blowfeld, yeah right) points her towards shady businessman Xavier Hollandaise (early days for blond gap-toothed Blake Palmer, looking like gay porn superstar Kip Noll's kid brother, amazingly still active in adult) who may know more than he lets on so Lisa pumps him for information.
Transitional footage failing, Lisa has a fairly frantic health club hump with Billy Dee, stud of choice for many an adult actress if contemporary interviews are to be believed, then gets locked up relaxing in the sauna, a dire predicament from which she somehow escapes, never mind the details (as in : none given). Swiss banker Michael Morrison takes a break from chasing his accommodating secretary Nicole Noir (wasted, though there's a great view of her perfect posterior protruding from under her boss's desk) around the office to direct our heroine towards a British brothel the counterfeiters use as a cover. Although subsequent video versions have attempted to pick up the slack by inserting sex clips from other films, the original doesn't stray beyond barely R-rated nudity (Vatelli keeping his eye on the then burgeoning cable market as usual) as Drea, Brooke West and amazingly Annette Haven provide blink and miss appearances. As it's a Limey cat house, corporal punishment's the house specialty and Lisa has to fake it as there are cameras everywhere so she can get info from contact Mike Horner, culminating with a huge dildo gag. The trail ultimately leads to notorious Mr. Big (Bill Margold), holed up on his island with a revolutionary new weapon he intends to use on Lisa until she turns the tables. Fade out on Lisa and Mike consummating their professional and personal union.
Even though Lisa has five full sex scenes, Vatelli thwarts their ability to arouse by keeping them down to just a minute or two apiece, lest the audience forget about the story. We should be so lucky ! The single stretch where he relaxes the pace takes place at the Hollandaise mansion with the much maligned Bridgette Monet as loyal assistant Adrian, taking care of Lisa's every need as she would on many an occasion. Taking a steamy shower that would give Shannon Tweed a run for her money, Monet's oblivious to her being stalked by Hollandaise henchman and real life husband Dave Cannon, her sole screen partner after the first couple of films and main reason for her decrease in public popularity. He steals and sniffs her panties as a prelude to their getting down to business in one of the couple's more genuinely erotic encounters, a welcome reminder that Vatelli had effectively established himself as one of the industry's scarce sensualists during his all too brief career (ended by his death from an AIDS-related illness in 1986), a reputation he otherwise fails to make good on for the remainder of this pathetic picture. The quality of the photography, erratic throughout, by C.P. Mitchell (who shot several of Vatelli's lesser efforts like AUNT PEG GOES Hollywood and LIPS, along with his underrated COMING TOGETHER) improves dramatically for this portion, an oasis of orgasmic potential amidst a desert deprived of desire. The director's obsession with "production value", qualifying him as a "player" in the crossover cable market, is perhaps best exemplified by his own appearance as the helicopter pilot (he had an actual license) coming to rescue Mike and Lisa from Margold's island lair.
Stuck in yet another showcase unworthy of her formidable talents, the possibly not so late after all Lisa DeLeeuw (Internet rumor persists that she may have "staged" or at least spread news of her own "death" to escape her porno past) works hard to rise above the material as top secret agent 38 DD, hot on the heels of a gang of cash counterfeiters who have killed her lover (future filmmaker John Stagliano who changed surprisingly little over the years) in the line of duty. That he attempts to escape in some sort of experimental spacecraft is but one of many elements the script (attributed to both director and his regular partner in crime Ronnie Friedland aka "Mike Hunt") barely bothers to explain. A cute touch has Lisa's employment organization run entirely by milquetoast males, including the obligatory Bond gadget whiz played by Steve Reiley who was photographer Hillary Summers' prancing male assistant in Jack Genero's FLASH. Her superior "P" (one Ernie Blowfeld, yeah right) points her towards shady businessman Xavier Hollandaise (early days for blond gap-toothed Blake Palmer, looking like gay porn superstar Kip Noll's kid brother, amazingly still active in adult) who may know more than he lets on so Lisa pumps him for information.
Transitional footage failing, Lisa has a fairly frantic health club hump with Billy Dee, stud of choice for many an adult actress if contemporary interviews are to be believed, then gets locked up relaxing in the sauna, a dire predicament from which she somehow escapes, never mind the details (as in : none given). Swiss banker Michael Morrison takes a break from chasing his accommodating secretary Nicole Noir (wasted, though there's a great view of her perfect posterior protruding from under her boss's desk) around the office to direct our heroine towards a British brothel the counterfeiters use as a cover. Although subsequent video versions have attempted to pick up the slack by inserting sex clips from other films, the original doesn't stray beyond barely R-rated nudity (Vatelli keeping his eye on the then burgeoning cable market as usual) as Drea, Brooke West and amazingly Annette Haven provide blink and miss appearances. As it's a Limey cat house, corporal punishment's the house specialty and Lisa has to fake it as there are cameras everywhere so she can get info from contact Mike Horner, culminating with a huge dildo gag. The trail ultimately leads to notorious Mr. Big (Bill Margold), holed up on his island with a revolutionary new weapon he intends to use on Lisa until she turns the tables. Fade out on Lisa and Mike consummating their professional and personal union.
Even though Lisa has five full sex scenes, Vatelli thwarts their ability to arouse by keeping them down to just a minute or two apiece, lest the audience forget about the story. We should be so lucky ! The single stretch where he relaxes the pace takes place at the Hollandaise mansion with the much maligned Bridgette Monet as loyal assistant Adrian, taking care of Lisa's every need as she would on many an occasion. Taking a steamy shower that would give Shannon Tweed a run for her money, Monet's oblivious to her being stalked by Hollandaise henchman and real life husband Dave Cannon, her sole screen partner after the first couple of films and main reason for her decrease in public popularity. He steals and sniffs her panties as a prelude to their getting down to business in one of the couple's more genuinely erotic encounters, a welcome reminder that Vatelli had effectively established himself as one of the industry's scarce sensualists during his all too brief career (ended by his death from an AIDS-related illness in 1986), a reputation he otherwise fails to make good on for the remainder of this pathetic picture. The quality of the photography, erratic throughout, by C.P. Mitchell (who shot several of Vatelli's lesser efforts like AUNT PEG GOES Hollywood and LIPS, along with his underrated COMING TOGETHER) improves dramatically for this portion, an oasis of orgasmic potential amidst a desert deprived of desire. The director's obsession with "production value", qualifying him as a "player" in the crossover cable market, is perhaps best exemplified by his own appearance as the helicopter pilot (he had an actual license) coming to rescue Mike and Lisa from Margold's island lair.