No doubt an all-time great in porn circles, Dana Vespoli has impressed me with many a well-directed bit of storytelling (particularly for the Mile High family of labels), but clearly her overall ambition has veered toward the gonzo end of the Adult Cinema continuum.
Here, working for paymaster John "Buttman" Stagliano's Evil Angel label she indulges many of her anal-oriented BDSM fetishes with lovely starlet Gia Derza the primary butt (pun intended) of her abuse in what is laughably described as a "thriller".
No, it's not thrilling, just two hours of non-stop gonzo rough sex thrust upon (and inside of) Gia, covering five overlong scenes, separated by some interstitial black & white footage of Gia being suffocated by cocooning in Saran wrap. The one-note approach of all tension/no release is reminiscent of actual thrillers like the famous Bullock/Keanu "Speed", but in an all-sex format is wearying instead.
It's shot at the distinctive modern mansion that I identify as the Dolby logo door handles house (though they aren't shown here), notable for its sunken bathtub and fireplace in the middle of the living room. "Suspense" (sort of) is generated by showing Gia's corpse floating face down in said tub at the beginning, leading to a brief coda of a couple lines of dialogue (by Dana herself) revealing Gia's fate at the very end of this tedious slog.
Sex includes a blow-bang by six studs and Gia; lesbian abuse of her with oversize dildos by Dana and later busty April Olsen; an overdone threesome (edited into two parts) with John Strong and Mick Blue on a couch, plus a sexual workout on same couch by Ramon Nomar.
Anal sex and deep penetration by oversize dildos/deep throat by Gia are emphasized throughout. Wearing of masks and fishnet body stockings are key fetishes thrown into the mix, plus ludicrously overdone fountains of fake squirting by Poland Spring enthusiast Gia. (I'm still waiting in vain for pornographers to fess up regarding "squirt" by featuring some product placement on screen of the Perier, Evian, Fiji or other brand used.)
This type of pornography peaked at the end of the last century with the destructive ascent of fake-avant-garde artistes like the dreadful Max Hardcore and team of Lizzy Borden/Rob Black, but Vespoli carries on, catering to a lingering audience of fetishists.
