Exploring those psychic dark spaces which are most commonly the stomping ground of the comic book artist, and with an aesthetic deeply shaded by the works of such masters of the genre as Frank Miller, Bloodrite represents a significant advance for the process of porn storytelling, and a formidable outing by director Gary Sage.
Somewhere in a urban nightscape, a man awakens unsure of anything but the grotesque desires capering through his mind. His face has been ravaged and furrowed, and he is a prisoner in a sinister medical facility of appetites blossom as his mangy, befanged id stomps the terra unfettered by anything approaching restraining ego, this second lost to him by his utter inability to reckon his own identity.
Sage tells his story primarily in grainy freeze frames which nicely resemble the panels of a comic book. The whispered VO would be over the top for any project which didn't owe so much to the comic genre. As it is, the narration works almost perfectly. And the sex is all solid, especially the concluding B/D-flavored girl/girl session between Jewel De'Nyle and her sexy inquisitrix.
This one's for that guy with Spawn on his T-shirt. People who have never missed an episode of the X-Files. Folks who go to Star Trek conventions.