Released: May 01st, 1994
Running Time: 88
Director: Paul Thomas
Company: Vivid Entertainment Group
Cast: Colt Steele, Tabatha Cash, Steven St. Croix, Alex Jordan, Nick East, Christina Angel, Ashlyn Gere
Critical Rating: AAA 1/2
This should have been titled Night Drive —
Ashlyn Gere is doing just that, an aimless ride in the dark, during which she recalls previous sexual encounters, recreated in flashback, with a "mysterious stranger" (Colt Steele) appearing on the edges of each episode. This mystery is supposed to lend an air of foreboding, but that part never really jells in the viewer's consciousness. Instead, as is so frequently and delightfully the case, it's Ashlyn's unbridled sensuality that brings the edge to this otherwise deliberately-soft piece. Few actresses could string together four sex scenes of this quality, and the fifth scene, a stunning bathroom anal bout between Tabatha Cash and Nick East, which Ashlyn witnesses, is a sizzling change-up.
First, Ashlyn scores as a student seductress of professor Joey Silvers. The years have sat very well on both Ashlyn and Joey, to be sure, but somehow even a few more drop away, as Ashlyn's body language conveys her growing confidence in her sexual powers beautifully.
One of the best all-girl scenes in a while comes next. Gorgeous Alex Jordan and Christina Angel are stunning lesbian lovers, trvsting at a construction site, and tempting Ashlyn to join in. This is the first time I've seen Christina Angel's sexual intensity at this level; unquestionably beautiful, here she keeps up with all-stars Jordan and Gere, and puts me in her cheering section for the first time. This is a nominatable scene to keep in mind.
Ashlyn scores again in a three-way with Brittany O'Connell, whose solo action sets the scene ablaze, and stud horse Steven St. Croix, who seems to be plaving the two beauties like a skilled musician. This exquisite scene is played smoothly in front of and atop a curved glass-brick cocktail bar in an elegant room.
As suggested before, there isn't much resonance in the "revelation" of Steele, but when he and Ashlyn finally consummate their nautch dance in a steamy nighttime cartop coupling, the flaws in dramatic structure are beside the point. For over an hour by then, the equation has been "Ashlyn equals sex", and she and Steele put an exclamation point on it in fine fashion. Even without a need to act (there's barely a script or character to enact), Ashlyn can still show you, in the flash of a gracefully rounded butt, the thrust of those hips, and in the compelling look deep in those eves, that she's still one of the all-time greats. Couples and her fans will love this tape, and it is superbly packaged.