Released | May 29th, 2017 |
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Running Time | 148 Min. |
Director | Dick Bush |
Company | Digital Playground |
Distribution Company | Pulse Distribution |
DVD Extras | Still Gallery(ies), Trailer(s), Widescreen |
Cast | Danny D, Pascal White, Lou Lou, Peter O'Tool, Jasmine Webb, Jasmine Jae, Misha Cross, Luke Hardy, Freddy Fox, Rina Ellis, Mila Milan, Roxy Keogh |
Critical Rating | AAAA |
Genre | Foreign Feature |
After a pre-credits betrayal by Danny D in mid-jewel heist, Jasmine Jae wakes up in the slammer with cellmate Rina Ellis masturbating in the upper bunk, whimpering, "Talk dirty to me." A minute later Jae is plotting an escape and another heist to get the jewels back with inmates Mila Milan and Lou Lou, plus the sticky-fingered Ellis. A few minutes and a tryst with a female guard later, all four are out the gate and on their way to Jae's hideout, where they suit up in black and arm themselves before heading out to reclaim the jewels. While Jae is sneaking through the spiderweb of lasers guarding the jewels (nude, natch), Milan gets overpowered by two operatives. Jae gets caught, but fucks her way out of it—until Danny D runs in, kills his henchmen and splits with the jewels. (Why kill the henchmen instead of the people trying to rip him off? Who knows.)
The four escapees head off to a sleazy club filled with gangsters, and Milan keeps the guards busy as Jae asks the owner to help her find Danny D. Jae tries to leave after she gets her information, but the owner has other ideas. After a shootout, Jae and Milan drive off as the surviving hoods say, "We have to warn Danny." Jae and Milan shoot their way into the hideout to find Danny D and the jewels gone, then follow him to the lair of the would-be buyer, Jasmine Webb, who instructs her security to leave so she can negotiate as Jae and Milan work their way into the compound. The ensuing confrontation—with guns drawn and accusations flying ("He stole your Picasso!")—leads to (of course) a three-way sex scene with Danny D literally under the gun with Milan covering him in case he tries to run off with his pants down. The endgame is as mock-violent as the rest of the production, with bullets flying and people getting "hit" but no apparent danger.
Excellent production values and eye-catching locations in service of a self-consciously silly script, much like a '60s James Bond movie. Kudos for cinematography and direction, plus a nom-worthy anal scene with Misha Cross and Luke Hardy that's peripheral to the plot but very good.