You're No Saint Either

Lilly Bell has the lead role in this 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.