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Released: Mar 01st, 2001
Running Time: 88
Director: James Avalon
Company: Metro Distribution
Cast: Chris Cannon, Cheyenne Silver, Evan Stone, James Bonn, Brandon Iron, Ron Jeremy, Blair, Mark Davis, Chocolate (I), Alexa (I), Charlie Angel, Dee (I), Herschel Savage
Critical Rating: Not Yet Rated
Plot lovers, old-time porn fans, anybody who likes the picture of Alexa on the cover.
Charlie Angel is a hooker and we hear her thoughts while she turns a trick with James Bonn as Bernard Herrmann-like music builds tension. The scenes builds, climaxes, fades out to Angel on a couch confiding to her shrink, Alexa. Just as we accept this turn of events, somebody forgets her next line and the camera pulls back to reveal a camera crew and a very pissed-off director, Herschel Savage. The viewer's disorientation, however, is nothing compared to Alexa's - she says she really is a psychiatrist, and she lives at this address, and she practices at this office in Beverly Hills, and Herschel snarls "Yeah, I know, it's in the script, I wrote it," and he points to it on the page. Herschel tells a PA (Ron Jeremy) to get him another actress to replace Alexa. Alexa explains what is happening to her in perfect psychiatric jargon as Jeremy delivers Cheyenne Silver to Savage to do the damn psychiatrist scene.
Jeremy and Alexa go back to Alexa's house, which seems to be occupied by Evan Stone, in congress with Blair before confronting Alexa with the fact that their relationship is over and get out already. Jeremy, trying to pull Alexa out of her delusion, takes her back to his office, where she flashes back to her first scene, and then Jeremy shows her a scene on tape with himself, Bridgette Kerkove and Tina Cheri. As it fades out, she laconically says "I have died and gone to hell." Jeremy takes this as a good thing, because that was a line from one of her other movies. She finally goes back to the studio and confronts the crew tearing down the psychiatrist-office set, saying "Can I have a minute?" and they retreat. She sits at the desk, and then somebody comes to the door: "Your next appointment is here." Enter Charlie Angel. Alexa tells her "Something's come up, I have to cancel today's session." Alexa exits. Fade out.
The what-is-going-on-here question(s) are never fully resolved, and that's okay: The journey here is more important than the destination. Six sex scenes, almost all easily removable for cable. Pre-noms to Avalon for script and direction, Alexa for acting, Low Down Symphony for music, and the whole shebang for Best Sex Comedy.