It's been a long time since we've seen Martin Scorsese's award-winning film Taxi Driver, but in our view, the General Stone-directed parody deserves as much praise in the adult world as Scorsese's film got in mainstream.

Shall we talk about acting? Tommy Pistol's performance as Travis Bickle is riveting nearly every moment he's on screen, and of course that's the majority of the movie. Think of De Niro's performance in the mainstream version crossed with the Rorschach character in Watchmen and you'll be close. Whether it's when he's "in disguise," putting the moves on campaign worker Lily LaBeau, then taking her to a XXX movie on their first date and seriously expecting her to enjoy it—she walks out, of course—or sitting down to breakfast with the hooker who catches his eye, Jessie Andrews, or driving his cab or even just hanging out at his apartment, either planning something or trying to figure out what's just happened, he's totally believable.

The other complete stand-out in the cast is Jessie, who's got the role of the teen hooker runaway down to a T, and really doesn't get nearly as much screen time as we'd have liked.

Finally, there's Evan Stone, whose familiar suave manner that we've seen in hundreds of other movies becomes almost jarring when applied to the character of Jessie's pimp, "Sport." And the scene where he takes Jessie to bed, commanding her to strip down to nothing, then pretty much laying back and letting her do all the work—which she does with all the energy her youth can muster—is of award quality. Look for several variations of cowgirl and reverse—with Jessie squealing phrases like, "It's so big, daddy!"—until Evan finally stirs himself for some doggie at the end—and then he cums right in her eye, his half-hearted apology only cementing his character further.

Even some of the throwaway performances are worth noting, particularly Howard Levine as the domineering passenger and Rob Black as the cab dispatcher, and we fully appreciate how the Chanel Preston/Aurora Snow/Tom Byron three-way Tommy sees at the porn theater is made to look as if it was actually shot in the '60s/'70s time period that Taxi Driver takes place.

And finally, there's the sex! Besides the top-notch Jessie/Evan pairing, the opener with hooker Misty Stone servicing client Bill Bailey in the cab's back seat is excellent. From the opening tit rubs, through the difficult-to-accomplish oral, through the non-stop dirty talk as Misty rides his peg in both directions, to the concluding mish and doggie, it's a winner.

Even better, though, is the finale, where Lily takes the "reformed" Tommy back to her elegant apartment, where locked in an embrace, they fall together on her leather couch, never breaking their kiss until he pulls away for some muff-diving and fingering, then pulls her into a hot cowgirl ride before she decides to deep throat his cock. Reverse cowgirl follows, with Lily lying back to kiss him—but within moments, she's kneeling for doggie, and the camera pulls back to reveal that Tommy's normal-looking hair was just a toupee, which he's now discarded to reveal the familiar mohawk underneath. From that point, the scene gets rougher and rougher as they hurl insults at each other, and she decides to rim him deeply. As a finale, he cums on her forehead—where have you ever seen that before?—they stare at each other, and looking down, Tommy announces, "This is a man who will not take it anymore." The End.

What can we say but "Whew!" ... and start the movie all over again!