Released: Aug 01st, 1993
Running Time: 110
Director: Andrew Blake
Company: Ultimate Video
Cast: Peter North, Kristi Lynn, Melanie Moore, Devon Shire, Deidre Holland, Debi Diamond, Heather Hart, Mimi Miyagi, Mark Davis, Christine Tyler, Marc Wallice, P.J. Sparxx, Joe Verducci, Paula Price, Lana Sands, Tina Fox, Raven (I)
Critical Rating: AAA 1/2
A lavish estate as a location, exquisite costumes, superb original music, a cast full of the industry's most beautiful as well as carnal creatures, and twelve sex scenes all captured on film by one of the most highly regarded directors in the genre should theoretically add up to an erotic masterpiece. Unfortunately, Andrew Blake's Sensual Exposure is a prime example of the adage, "More does not always equal better." But suffice to say that Sensual Exposure is still worthy of heavy retailer support, and it is erotic in spots.
However, an overabiding lack of passion is these short scenes (average length, six and a half minutes) with not one female orgasm in evidence, does hinder the production. At times, when something hot is happening, as in the Debi Diamond/Marc Wallice poolside encounter, the music overwhelms the action such that it is nearly impossible to focus on what you're watching. Brevity for the sake of brevity is another problem; Deidre Holland and Kelly O'Dell's ultrasensuous lesbian encounter is simply cut off, just as the ladies are shifting into high gear. Even the solo masturbation scenes provided by Heather Hart and Lana Sands are incomplete.
The premise of the tape is that Kelly's lover (Mark Davis) wants her to spend some time at a mansion filled with "sensualists" so she can "learn" something from them. As such, Kelly spends most of the film on the sidelines watching the action and playing with herself. Why? I dunno; she's on third, and nobody seems to give a damn. The screenplay doesn't let Kelly interact with enough of the residents to justify the premise or the conclusion.
We can't help the nagging suspicion that Blake really has the erotic footage, orgasms, etc. that are missing from this production stuffed away in a film can somewhere where we'll never get to see it, all to conform to some pre-determined time limit for the feature. This seems to compromise Blake's artistic vision, which is present in epic proportions throughout the film.
Even so, a merely good film from the genius who brought us Night Trips, Hidden Obsessions and House of Dreams is far superior to the best work of a hack, so sales and rentals should go through the roof – and justifiably so. Stock in depth.