I'm glad to see Christy Canyon, who I liked immediately back in 1984 via ON GOLDEN BLONDE, has maintained a fan base over the decades, but EROTICA JONES strictly massages the fans rather than trying to be a good video. Clearly auteurs Scotty Fox and Raven Touchstone were merely meeting their monthly porn quota.
Christy's in the title role as a stroke book author, unbeknownst to her hubby, old Harry Reems, a professor of literature no less. As she types at her pleasantly old-fashioned typewriter, the "literature" which resembles stag-movie premises, is illustrated for us by come-to-life vignettes starring Christy. That's the entire video, using a gimmick normally conjured up to string old loops together for re-use, but this time a lazy way of creating vignette porn from scratch.
Paul Thomas uses the occasion to ham it up wildly as a blind salesman who knocks on Christy's door. I couldn't tell if he was simply doing a lousy job or attempting to inject in very bad taste some of the mannerisms (think: cocking the head backward suddenly) of Ray Charles or Jose Feliciano, artists who I assume P.T. really admires (though his musical career was stillborn after so promising a start as Jesus Christ SUPERSTAR). He uses a specialty of "Braille of Anatomy" to feel up and then hump Christy, later appearing in a troilism segment with her and gal pal Pat Manning
Manning also pops up to give CC a massage and lesbian loving, while a silly skit by Marc Wallice and Dino Alexander has the temerity to ape CYRANO DE BERGERAC, sort of. Cheri Janvier and Jessica Hunter/Mannfield tag team at CC's door as an unlikely team: jewelry saleslady and political pollster, just as an excuse for a lesbian 3-way.
Reems, who at this point in his career was lending his name to guest shot walk-throughs, doesn't try very hard in his non-reaction to the revelation that wifey is really EJ, and dutifully humps his wife per his contract with AVC. After a pointless further revelation that CC's mom was a famous erotic novelist herself, video mercifully ends with a particularly pointless R- rated curtain call as imaginary cast magically climbs naked onto the bed with our couple.
Unfortunately Christy came along just as video was replacing 35mm film in the adult biz, and was never accorded a quality production to showcase her beauty & talent. Instead fans have a string of excuses for f&s filler like this to remember her by.
