Wild Inside

Once an enfant terrible a decade earlier at Vivid Video, writer-director David Stanley returns to the label near the end of both his career and that of Vivid as a source of Adult features. This lousy script is hardly what one would expect from Stanley and the perfunctory movie is hardly worth watching.

Leading lady Ava Jay is a non-starter: her only attribute is bronzed skin, but if I wanted a gal like that from Vivid I could watch any number of far superior Kobe Tai vehicles. She picks up Richie Calhoun pre-credits in a "meet-cute" scene; they hump and the show begins in earnest with the familiar "come out of your shell" gimmick, as Richie's premature mid-life crisis is interrupted by a fling with this wild young spirit.

Both claim to be trapped in bad marriages, with her hubby getting out of stir after conviction for home invasion. What follows is predictable and uninteresting, merely an excuse for many extranous sex scenes, leading to an extremely insincere and contrived happy ending that plays as if just tacked on, though surely it was part of Stanley's design, heavily in need of a few rewrites (as usual).

If this were a promising project, it would still have been sunk by the casting of Tommy Pistol as the nominal villain. When I first started seeing Tommy on screen years back I thought it was all a bad joke, based on the ubiquitous porn stud Tommy Gunn. But little did I suspect that poor directors and brain-dead industry "critics" would annoint him as an actor of great skill and hand him many awards, none of the praise deserved.

He plays Jay's husband and overacts about the same amount as in his other hundreds of similar appearances. Insufferable is the word that frequently comes to mind when I watch his familiar mannerisms, making faces and acting tough as if that were real acting. Plot ostensibly revolves around getting bank v.p. Richie as a dupe and bondage hostage to get the other characters a ton of money, but that story line goes nowhere in a hurry.

Giving the production a "must have sat on the shelf" aspect is the abrupt sex scene appearance in flashback of Lee Stone, superstud of a decade or so before but also nearing the end of his career. Along for the ride are Andy San Dimas and Lily LaBeau, both star actresses slumming it.