Let me start by saying that I usually enjoy Samantha Fox a great deal. With that in mind, I struggled through this cassette, searching for something genuinely positive to say. Unfortunately, Six Faces Of Samantha just seems to register varying degrees of boredom. The plot, such as it is, concerns Samantha's anxiety over her inability to achieve orgasm. Her sympathetic boyfriend suggests that she go out and role-play perhaps to uncover the perfect turn-on. Her frustration mounts when her experiments (as fortune-teller, maid, and hooker, for a few) work out much better for her various partners than her.
The erotic scenes, unfortunately, are listless. The very fleeting moments which are real electricity (most of which are found during her visit to the sexologist) evoke nothing so much as those last, delayed fizzles from a damp firecrackers. It's ironic and sad that Samantha's best moments come as she croons lustfully over the phone to a furiously masturbating young man, off-handedly doing her nails all the while.
The film drags on to a conclusion that brings new depth to the term "anti-climactic." Six Faces Of Samantha is shot-on-video; the finished product didn't have to suffer for that reason, but does anyway. The sound is often murky, the edits are clumsy, and the hand-held camerawork is sometimes jarring. Samantha Fox has had many better projects and certainly should continue to do so. But, Six Faces of Samantha needs six paper bags to wear.