For me, Paul Chaplin is famous for funding porn movies in order to have sex with prominent Adult Cinema actresses, but a different side of his hubris is displayed in this conclusion to his misguided attempt to adapt The Bard's classic play as pornography. It arrives eleven years late in distribution with a thud.
Running nearly four hours long (the VOD version I watched was shamelessly padded by an additional 25 minutes of repeating a highlights montage and credits before and after every XXX scene) it eventually includes Lady Macbeth's famous soliloquies (e.g., "out damned spot") recited by Kaia Kane and Chaplin's excruciating overacting in his (e.g., "tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow"). Watching Paul the thespian doing endless shtick and childishly emphasizing every word is memorable, in a very negative way.
He throws in two endless orgies in a row, one a banquet scene lasting over an hour. King Duncan (murdered in Act 2) is back having sex as if nothing happened. And there's plenty of BDSM. But most of the footage has little to nothing to do with the play, just sex filler (including fisting), displaying a vast cast of top talent from a decade-plus ago.
The main parody "that got away" in Chaplin's Bluebird Films vaults still remains out of sight 10 years after shooting: Nicholas Steele's "Babe Runner", a riff on the Ridley Scott/Harrison Ford classic. Can't wait to someday see Chaplin ham it up opposite fellow hambone Evan Stone in that one.
