|Released||Nov 01st, 1999|
|Company||Vivid Entertainment Group|
|Cast||John Decker, Tony Tedeschi, Julia Ann, Devon (I), Corrine Williams, Malitia, Janine Lindemulder, Coral Sands, Brandon Irons, Bobby Vitale, Randi Rage|
|Critical Rating||Not Yet Rated|
Much like the them of its own story. B3 has a schizophrenic feel. Some of the dialogue is clearly scripted, while some of it appears to be ad-libbed -- the Jekyll and Hyde method of screenwriting. Nevertheless, B3 is one of the more visually appealing psychoses to come along in quite a while.
To be more specific, we have Randi Rage playing lackey, confidant, and part-time lover to the Blondage team, who alternately fuck her and fuck with her. Perhaps the collective effect of too many useless errands and molly-coddling her employers sends Randi into a multi-personality tailspin; it's difficult to judge. The personality who emerges every so often things that she's the one in charge, and she craves the kind of excitement that her benign alter ego can't bring herself to commit... such as a fling with bad boy John Decker, or a stint ont he dance floor which results in her arrest for public lewdness.
B3's running time is brief, ending (like some of its sex scenes) all too abruptly... skirting questions that have been posited. Or, perhaps that's the film's intent? Regardless, the sex is much hotter than it is motivated, and certain to please returning Blondage aficionados (need we mention "Blondage" is Janine and Julia Ann?) or the basic Vivid couple-type renters. The opening threeway with Randi and Blondage is a tasty warm-up for Julia Ann's salacious scene with boyfriend Tony Tedeschi, who gobbles her ass like it was cotton candy. The aforementioned Rage/Decker combo is also a worthy hump, but the Janine/Coral Sands grope fades to black long before the action relents.