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Jonathan Morgan is far from the top of his game with this subpar Wicked Pictures release, spotlighting Cassidy Klein and indicative of the difficulties the label is experiencing in its recent straying from Contract Stars format.
Without a Jessica Drake (the label's sole remaining Contract girl), Stormy or Kirsten Price as the lead, the movie automatically seems trivial, with one sensing that Klein was a random casting in a role that could easily have gone to a Gracie Glam or more recently Avi Love.
She plays an unsympathetic character who likes to sleep around and is quite blase as to the feelings of her bedmates. Suddenly a Guardian Angel in the form of Kyle Stone dressed in white tie appears and bosses her around, giving her the chance to relive an evening over and over until she behaves properly.
So the audience has to suffer through the same general scene, beginning in a bar with fetching Jenna Sativa as bartender and Ryan McLane as barfly, at least four times, with unfunny attempts at comic relief. Sex scenes, other than the guaranteed hotness of a Jenna/Cassidy lesbian coupling, are mediocre, and any residual interest in the lame story line has evaporated long before the final reel resolution.
I like Klein on screen, but she definitely has dificulty carrying a feature as lead player, unlike the many Wicked girls over the years, say Carmen Hart to pick one lesser star at random who was quite fine in many a rom-com, or in the first rank, the divine Kaylani Lei.
Without a Jessica Drake (the label's sole remaining Contract girl), Stormy or Kirsten Price as the lead, the movie automatically seems trivial, with one sensing that Klein was a random casting in a role that could easily have gone to a Gracie Glam or more recently Avi Love.
She plays an unsympathetic character who likes to sleep around and is quite blase as to the feelings of her bedmates. Suddenly a Guardian Angel in the form of Kyle Stone dressed in white tie appears and bosses her around, giving her the chance to relive an evening over and over until she behaves properly.
So the audience has to suffer through the same general scene, beginning in a bar with fetching Jenna Sativa as bartender and Ryan McLane as barfly, at least four times, with unfunny attempts at comic relief. Sex scenes, other than the guaranteed hotness of a Jenna/Cassidy lesbian coupling, are mediocre, and any residual interest in the lame story line has evaporated long before the final reel resolution.
I like Klein on screen, but she definitely has dificulty carrying a feature as lead player, unlike the many Wicked girls over the years, say Carmen Hart to pick one lesser star at random who was quite fine in many a rom-com, or in the first rank, the divine Kaylani Lei.