I'm watching The Bitch, and it's beginning to dawn on me that Mike Horner is turning into Jesse Eastern right before my eyes. Easton who reminds you of baseball pitcher Jerry Reuss, has more or less patented mad dog acting in the adult industry, with Horner running only a couple of frenetic furlongs behind.

Horner continues his ongoing lot in life either as Angela Baron's husband or her chauffeur, depending which sexvid you have in your VCR. Once again, it's husband, but this time Homer's antic appeals for humor/sympathy as Baron's beleaguered cuckold of a spouse gets lost in a drone of common video foibles: rin tin tin music blaring out the voices whistling through waffles. Hence a lot of good stuff gets lost in the shuffle.

Gorgeous Baron is a fatale in drop-dead outfits and go-to-hell sex with just about everyone in the cast, including the kitchen sink, but not her husband, of course. She's supposed to be a bitch. She flirts like a bitch, looks like a bitch, and makes love like a bitch (a terrific scene with a three-man road crew). But she throws a curve on her bitcheosity by copping a plea telling Horner it was all a silly game to incite him to riot. I guess the kitchen troika with Shanna McCullough and pizza delivery girl Erica Boyer is intended merely to test the sexual integrity of Domino. Nothing more.