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Released: Jan 01st, 1999
Running Time: 100
Director: Nic Cramer
Company: Pleasure Productions
Cast: Julie Meadows, Elizabeth X, Goldie McHorn, Herschel Savage, Randi Storm, Ian Daniels, Sydnee Steele, Coral Sands, Gwen Summers
Critical Rating: Not Yet Rated
Make lots of room for this ambitious shot-on-film production and stock, stock, stock.
Packing more firepower than a carload of Glocks and featuring newcomer Gwen Summers in the title role, Phoenix Rising is a porn-world rendition of The Crow, in which Summers stars as an avenging angel returned to the land of the living to rack up a little of what James Brown would call "git back," also known as revenge.
It seems poor Phoenix Ripley (Summers) met a violent end when she and her boyfriend found themselves on the wrong end of a thrill-kill spree undertaken by a bunch of a futuristic nogoodniks. Herschel Savage is the evil gang's leader, Dragon. He and his main squeeze Brain (Elizabeth X) celebrate their love by fucking to death a certain blond prostitute. Ahhh, romance.
But there's a reckoning barreling down upon Dragon and Brain in the form of Ms. Phoenix, a pistol-packing poltergeist with a whole laundry list of issues. She catches up with Ian Daniels just after he has handsomely shagged Sydnee Steele, and lays him open with a Sharks vs. Jets-era switchblade. Apparently the classics never go out of style.
Looking for information on her quarry, Phoenix does the sensible thing: She just walks into the police station and asks. Luckily, copper Coral Sands is the duty officer, and treats her other-worldly caller to a hot desk-top girl/girlier.
Eventually, Phoenix tracks down Dragon and, after exchanging a few volleys of automatic weapons-fire, disarms him and ruins his day. Before administering the Kalashnikov coup-de-grace, she shows that bad, bad man his honey catching a righteous doggie-style shagging from J.J. Michaels and then herself busting the proverbial cap in both of their asses.
Phoenix Rising might have rated higher were it not for the dialogue, which is often way too hard ont he ears, and acting which is... well, maybe we'll just skip that part. The cast might still be totin' them shootin' irons.