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Secret Games 2

Secret Games 2

Released Sep 01st, 1993
Running Time 91
Director Gregory Hippolyte
Company Axis Films
Distribution Company Imperial Entertainment Group
Cast Sara Suzanne Brown, Marie Leroux, Amy Rochelle, Martin Hewett
Critical Rating Not Yet Rated
Genre Alternative

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Kyle (Martin Hewett) is an embittered video performance artist, whose choice to abandon art criticism to pursue his own art is straining his marriage to Heather (Marie Leroux). Financial straits are forcing them to sell their spectacular house, and Heather, angry (she's always angry — a cast-iron bitch), leaves Kyle to go on a trip. When the cat's away, this mouse plays with dynamite. Kyle links up with call girl Stacy (Amy Rochelle), and, inevitably, falls in love with her. Since Kyle is basically a slimeball, this does not prevent him from enjoying a three-way with a huge-busted blonde Stacy brings along for a birthday orgy; or screwing call girl Darcy, whom Stacy sends when she is booked; nor watching Stacy and a stud-for-pay make it for his enjoyment. On top of all this, Kyle seduces Sara Suzanne Brown, a married woman interested in buying the house, and commences an affair that induces her to leave her husband, only to have Kyle dump her, just as both Stacy and his wife have dumped him. If this synopsis leads you to conclude that there are no sympathetic characters here, you're right. What is present in this package is no fewer than ten sex scenes, plenty of bare flesh, and superb production values. The most naked screen time goes to Amy Rochelle as call girl Stacy. Her face is flat and unattractive, but the body is lushly curved and superbly toned. Marie Leroux reveals impossibly round fake boobs, but is still delectable. Best of show is the tiny, gorgeous, incredibly voluptuous Sara Suzanne Brown, who combines a china-doll face with a natural Tami Monroe-esque body, and comes the closest to striking a sympathetic chord (although fucking Hewett standing up while her hubby checks out the upstairs John puts a damper on her sainthood prospects). Still, despite the gorgeous women, and the incredible assortment of lingerie and costumes they don for Kyle's video camera, this piece doesn't work. Almost the entire film takes place in the house — and although spectacular, it's a cold and forbidding mise-en-scene. Much of the music is a wildly inappropriate Gregorian-style chant by a female choir. The tired device of a talking-head narration by Hewett may make Hippolyte a Scorsese of porn, but for this market, it's just inadequate. In addition, focusing on Hewett to this extent emphasizes that his schoolboy good looks have crumpled to a dissolute puffiness. I don't want to be too harsh — there's definite turn-on material here, and, based on this, I want to see anything Hippolyte does, but this isn't the genre's top rank, or his best, either.



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