Released: Nov 01st, 1992
Running Time: 78
Director: F J Lincoln
Company: Coast To Coast Video
Cast: Tom Byron, Sheila Stone, Tiffany Mynx, Marc Wallice, Taylor Wane, Francesco Le
Critical Rating: AA 1/2
In my father's house there are many echoes, and this is one mansion that needs some serious soundproofing. No shit. The resonance will haunt your eardrums, not to mention the fact, you'll spend half the video trying to figure out what the hell's going on in this domicile.
Taylor Wane and Marc Wallice are lovers living in a secret room. Taylor's been booted out on her ass while husband Tom Byron's busy screwing around with maid Francesa Le who looks as uncomfortable gollomping around in high heels as Trigger in Tony Orlando's old platform shoes. There's an absolutely pointless walking out of the house scene to a cul-de-sac and back featuring Le that describes to a T what I'm saying. Watch for it. It serves no practical purpose, even for fetishists, and should have been excised from the final cut.
This is Taylor's house and why is she holed up in this secret room you ask? Well, you've got to be patient (it'll be hard) for an explanation. It has something to do with an insider trading scam and a double-cross.
Moving on to the sex we find out sooner or later that Tiffany Mynx is Byron's new wife, so it figures that being a rich bitch, she's got to be having an affair with either a pool boy or a tennis pro. It's the tennis guy, and it's Jonathan Morgan which actually plays out to be the best scene in the feature. The sex, overall, is just a little too stilted and over-choreographed to elicit any kind of spontaneous combustion.