Released: Jun 01st, 2000
Running Time: 79
Director: David Aaron Clark
Company: Heatwave Gold
Cast: Suzi Suzuki, Aurora (I), Felony (I), Frank Towers, Giselle Yum, Ted Hunter, Kyle Phillips, Mesha, Jack Hammer
Critical Rating: AAAA
Best suited to fans of the mainstream film Taxi Driver, and/or those diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder, Recurrent type.
All right, so the title's as memorable and inspiring as the last 12 too-tanned bleached-blondes you fucked, and the entire vid was probably made on less than the typical Coal Chamber fan's yearly bod-mod budget. It's just proof that David Aaron Clark can construct a well-executed sex project - even when porn's common injustices wave their dicks in his face.
Well-executed, however, doesn't mean easily interpreted. Clark leads off promisingly with a quote that's thrilling on any level - purported to be author O. Henry's last words - "I'm afraid to go home in the dark."
He tells his noirish tale of a Japanese fashion designer (Suzi Suzuki) with a minimum of dialogue; communicating mainly through actions, facial expressions and one newspaper article. Ostensibly, Suzuki and her nurse girlfriend (Giselle Yum) are abducted by a street gang (Jack Hammer, Kyle Phillips and Little Chemo). Yum vanishes, while Suzuki is forced to strip and submit to a d.p. by a silent, menacing Hammer and Phillips. The ordeal pushes her over the edge, and she guns them down, takes possession of their Cadillac and becomes an urban vigilante/mental patient, cruising the streets for human trash to bring home and kill. First, though, she gains a partner in revenge-driven Ted Hunter, whose wife was murdered by a trick. Hunter assfucks her victims; notably schoolgirls Felony and Mesha, who hold hands as he penetrates one of them and then blows all over a stool printed with the face of the devil - Hail Satan, Opie! - and Aurora, who emits awesome gut-level cries as he thrusts into her. And it looks like Hunter may be meeting the Master sooner than he'd expected....