Tits. This feature's loaded with 'em. Big tits, luscious tits, pretty tits. Tit City's also a very pretty feature to look at, and prettily packaged, but herein lies a part of the problem. In an effort to be some kind of quasi-video rendition of a Playboy love tape, somebody in the editing bay got dissolve-happy and spoiled the momentum of the fucking with too many visually pre-emptive transitions. Just as one angle gets good … boom, it's off to another.
There's no story to speak of. Angel Bust, in voice-over, tells us she's a therapist who looks into the problems, fears and fantasies of her clients, thus affording a convenient cop-out to a script. Each scene plays with that same kind of intro, and the set-ups aren't bad at all, believe me. They feature eye-fetching locations, nice costuming, but are elementarily quite style conscious, and, thus, a little too self-conscious.
Danielle Rogers appears in a nice tease scene on a desk top for Randy Spears that features a lot of leg and the reverse cowgirl position. Rebecca Wild bends over quite willingly across a hallway table for Shawn Ricks. Tom Byron gets to come on Angel Bust's tits. Leanna Foxxx and wild share a mite-too-tame lesbian sequence; and, in the finale, Greta Carlson and Steve Drake get into some meaningful doggie in a night time scene.
Tit City has a definite signature quality about it, and will play well to an audience that likes a softer, mellower, distancing look to their couplings.