Released: Oct 01st, 1997
Running Time: 89
Director: James Avalon
Company: Cal Vista Video
Distribution Companies: Metro Media
Cast: Laura Palmer, Ian Daniels, Tony Tedeschi, Chloe (I), Roxanne Hall, Lauren Tracy, Chad Thomas, Jeremy Steele (I), Shyla Foxxx, Marc Wallice, Tommy Gunn, Misty Rain, Sunny (I)
Critical Rating: AAAA 1/2
Looking through a tunnel of light to a duo of jewel-encrusted goddesses (Roxanne Hall, Chloe) cavorting on the floor, a Promethean Marc Wallice brings not only the figurative fire, but a raging boner to interrupt their Sapphic slurp. Both women savor Wallice's cock as if it were a well-earned popsickle on a hot day, then receive it deep within their cloven tufts. With her signature eye-rolling orgasms, Chloe brings new meaning to the term "transcendental" as she motions him to fuck her hard in her ass. Wallice butters both their faces with his manly lava as the limber figure of the Blue Dhalia (Misty Rain) strolls behind. an abbreviated dream symbol, a subliminal notion, a phantom, she strides past like a puff of smoke in the wind.
The story centers on photographer Tony Tedeschi. Continuously lapsing into a daydream he cannot shake, he envisions an elusive fantasy figure, like poetry in motion, that haunts his consciousness. who is this raven-tressed woman he has dubbed "the Blue Dahlia"? Tedeschi is roused back to reality by partner Shyla Foxxx. They must prepare for a photo shoot. The client will be arriving shortly, yet the dawdling Tedeschi has some very persistent ideas on art direction. How about people fuckin in the background? Foxxx shakes her head in disbelief, but relents exuberantly for a quickie. The gorgeous Foxxx inhales his mutton dagger, fucking with a growling, genuine passion upon the black leather couch. The clients (Sunny, Lauren Tracy, Tommy Gunn, Ian Daniels) arrive moments later, and immediately dissolve into a writhing four-way.
But as it turns out, it is only another turgid, somnambulistic dream of Tedeschi's, who slips deeper into this state of permanent, sexual punch drunkenness.
Rising above a rock waterfall is a flowery, talcum-white figure. Venus on the half-shell? A pagan sex goddess in negative image? No, it's laura Palmer playing ethereal yin to Rain's dark yang as they lap at each other's pussies. Alex Sanders appears as a sort of pipe-playing Pan, and Palmer then blows his flute, as does the ivy-wrapped Foxxx before being bent over a bench for a standing doggie porking.
Is this real, or another semen-charged figment of that beguiling, blue-caped woman, standing on the edge of the train tracks, beckoning him into that long, dark tunnel? What would Freud have surmised? Tedeschi finally follows, and finds himself entering the domain of the Blue Dahlia.
In this nom-worthy three-way, he witnesses the fetish-clad Rain slatherin generous oral ministrations upon Jeremy Steele and Chad Thomas, who kneel before her. Thomas pushes his enormous, mushroom-shaped glans deep into her cunny in a reverse cowgirl before the piece de resistance. Rain's debut d.p., culminating in the end-all of splooges, splurting across her face and over her head in glorious slo-mo.
Technical acknowledgements are in order for editing, and for a sensuously mesmerizing soundtrack. Highly recommended.