Released: Jul 01st, 1993
Running Time: 73
Director: Paul Norman
Cast: Micky Lynn, Blahe Palmer, Nikki Shane, Shayla (I), Lana Sands, Debbie Diamond, Traci Prince, Jonathan Morgan
Critical Rating: AAAA
There have been features about sexual "mutants" before (most notably Cafe Flesh, X-Factor and Chameleons), but the topic has hardly been exhausted. The sexually superior The Fury makes an interesting addition to the genre.
Opening with a suspenseful hook, we find beautiful Shayla being compelled by inner voices to run for her life as she's pursued by unseen enemies. Aboard a train, she settles into a bizarre flashback — seducing her girlfriend (Lana Sands) by way of sheer willpower, simultaneously dissolving her apparel and her inhibitions. Legs akimbo, they 69 and butthole surf in passionate abandon, but Shayla's dad (Ron Vogel) overhears the menage a deux and reprimands her for using the "Fury." "They'll catch you," he says cryptically, 'Just like they caught your mother. It was horrible."
Fascinating, Mr. Norman! We want to know more! Who is Shayla, and how did she develop this power? Furthermore, what the heck is going on after she's captured by evil US agents Drake and Morgan? They explain that Shayla can be harnessed to embarrass other governments — by making foreign ambassadors commit sexual faux pas (well, this is fiction, but it never stopped Clarence Thomas).
Not to be outdone, Shayla escapes by dissolving through the door while transforming Steve Drake into the lust-crazed Debi Diamond! Now things are really getting interesting (not to mention volcanic), but suddenly the plot takes a left turn to the Twilight Zone. The conclusion is strictly a matter of interpretation.
Shayla wanders into an underground gambling parlor and "zaps" four of the players (Nick Fast, Tracy Prince, Alina, Blake Palmer) into rabid sex-aholics, who orgy on the floor in plain view of the crowd. Either the onlookers are drugged or just incredibly jaded, but they don't even bat an eye at the hellacious hi jinx going on. Then a security guard (Roger Dee) follows Shayla into an empty pool hall and offers her a cup of coffee. Immediately she realizes that he also possesses "The Fury" and they proceed to make furious love on the pool table. He barks like a dog, cums on her belly, and the credits roll before you even realize there's some unfinished business to take care of.
Essentially The Fury smacks of an excellent idea gone awry through too little, as in time and budget. What saves The Fury from pure hyperbole are four sex sequences that really sizzle.
There's a train scene with Peter North and Nikki Shane that will make your Pullman pulsate, but without a doubt, the Diamond/Morgan teamup is award nominee material. She maniacally sucks him off upside down, as he plunges his thumb deep in her ass, all of which is reflected a hundredfold in the mirrored room!
Director Norman certainly has the talent to see an ambitious project off to a satisfying conclusion (see Cyrano or Hungry). The sound and The Fury signify hot sex ... and loose threads. State-of-the-art packaging and what is still a superior erotic-encounter helps The Fury onto the must-stock chart.