Released: Feb 01st, 2003
Running Time: 94
Director: Paul Thomas
Company: Vivid Entertainment Group
Cast: Sky Taylor, Wendy Divine, Dale DaBone, Eric Price, Cassidey, Egypt (I), T.J. Cummings, Meriesa Arroyo
Critical Rating: Not Yet Rated
Excellent couples fare.
By Hollywood standards, the seriously-misnamed Sordid would be called a "small film." It has no car chases, no complicated plot, doesn't make any broad social commentary. It's a character study of Dale DaBone, a music producer who likes to spend all of his spare time fucking, as is set up thoroughly in the first 21 minutes of this movie, which also contain the first three (of six) sex scenes.
Director Thomas, to maximize his story-telling time, has wisely decided to get a bunch of the sex out of the way with dispatch... but thankfully, also with a master's consummate style.
Which is to say, viewers are in no way shortchanged when it comes to hot action, even though that first coupling of DaBone and Sky Taylor is interrupted periodically for the credits. DaBone still manages obviously to turn the lady on with pussy-licking and fingering, and she obviously enjoys his plunging her doggie style and her own bouncing on his cock in reverse cowgirl before the splash to her ass. Equally watchable (if kinkier and, sadly, shorter) is the ass-paddling he gives to a manacled Meriesa Arroyo and her return b.j. which, after a bit more spanking, results in his jacking off in her mouth. Finally, DaBone watches Egypt suck on Maya (now Wendy) Divine's tit, then lick and finger her pussy, a favor Divine returns. Then DaBone has his way with each gal – mish for Maya, doggie for Egypt – as her counterpart fingers herself nearby. A splooge to both tongues finishes the scene.
But, as noted above, that's all set-up for this film's real story, which has DaBone eyeing Cassidey during a shopping trip at the local open-air market, then taking her home for a torrid liaison that starts with a b.j. in the bathtub, on the toilet and finally the floor (where the raven-haired beauty also dildos herself), continues with reverse cowgirl on the toilet, spoon on the floor, doggie in bed and concludes with a gush on her ass.
But contrary to DaBone's philosophy of "They never stay over," this one does – and ruins his scrambled eggs and overcooks his bacon, but when he shoves her out the front door, it's with a key in her hand.
The two live together apparently blissfully for 18 months, until Eric Price shows up while the couple are playing basketball... and before long, the three are back at his place, with Cassidey obviously looking to swing and DaBone obviously displeased with the idea. Eric's mate Taylor St. Claire seems equally unhappy with the idea at the beginning, but in short order, the couples have paired off, with DaBone and St. Claire heading for the bedroom.
What follows is one very long and phenomenally sensual scene that sometimes has all four participants together, with DaBone and Cassidey obviously obsessed with seeing what each other is doing with his/her partner, and sometimes apart, all of which includes pussy licking and fingering, b.j., mish, doggie and all the little details that show one person's attraction to another.
But after cumming, DaBone's ready to leave, while Cassidey decides to give Price's cock one last suck by the fireplace... which lets the viewer know exactly where this relationship is going. And sure enough, one day, DaBone and Price arrive home to find Cassidey, blindfolded, delivering a hot b.j. to T.J. Cummings before letting him take her horsie style, then squatting her ass on his cock for a long reverse cowgirl ride. Cut to DaBone, alone, picking up his newspaper on the doorstep and reminiscing how a fragrance or a quick glimpse of a half-hidden woman can remind him of his now-departed paramour.
But is the whole affair "sordid"? Nah, not by any sane definition. What it is, is life... and a damned good depiction of two years in Dale DaBone's. Sure, there are some loose ends. Why, for instance, bother with the "reverse-time" sequence at the market? What's the purpose of the occasional "snapshots," which don't really mark transitions? What's the story behind Taylor's reluctance to get in the "swing" of things? Fortunately, none of these questions are so intrusive as to spoil what is here... so pre-nom Sordid for Best Film, Thomas for Best Director, DaBone and Cassidey for Best Couples Scene, and the above-described fourway as Best Group Scene... and kudos to all involved.