|Released||Dec 01st, 1989|
|Director||Alex De Renzy|
|Cast||Jon Martin, Tracey Adams, Mike Horner, Fefe, Jamie Gillis, Marc Wallice, Tami Monroe, Eric Price, Victoria Paris, Keisha (I), Rachel Ryan, Lynn LeMay, Tianna (III)|
|Critical Rating||AAAA 1/2|
We like this movie just as much as when we reviewed the video in December, 1989. After all, who wouldn't? Keisha (as the hapless Peaches), adrift in a sea of vice, lust and corruption, is at her peak. The Alex deRenzy movie is a marvelous send-up of the Terry Southern/Mason Hoffenberg novel Candy (itself a send-up of Voltaire's Candide) —though we maintain great admiration for the first "Peaches," Desiree Cousteau.
Included are eight animated chapter buttons, an interactive cast list that allows the viewer to jump to the five main actresses' best scenes, a 21-photo slide show and trailers for other VCA Classics titles. Those retailers who complain about the inability to get classics should come a-runnin'.
Dare I? Will I? Shall I? I feel like Neil Armstrong taking a giant step for mankind as I anoint Alex de Renzy's latest film with a rating beyond the territorial limits this magazine has witnessed in its history of service to the adult industry.
Deservedly so. Pretty Peaches 3 (with a projected January release date) is the perfect film to usher in the decade of the 1990's, and poetic justice that a film should be the trumpet. The sex scenes are textured with the new look eroticism (some call it glass elevator-in-a-yuppie mall-porn). Me' I'm hooked on and thoroughly spoiled by that perfume commercial glitz. Holy Rollers' Jamie Gillis and Victoria Paris have a sex scene that bears witness to when Hollywood comes knocking on the doors of porndorn —a scene almost out of Lethal Weapon with a neon cum shot and helicopters buzzing overhead.
The story is an updated version of the original with more pleasurable quirks, twists and kookie characters meandering in Peaches' world of stupored television-affected innocence. Keisha plays the naive Peaches with cream but with shaved edges —remember Desiree Cousteau was an amiable ditz to begin with, so don't take this as a reflection upon Keisha. She leaves home and mom Tracey Adams (a delightful portrait of an oversexed whiff-bag) to find spiritual guidance. What she finds instead are fingers probing her ass, french babes selling chickens to Chinatown, nympho vegetable growers, bunko artists, bogus swamis and EST instructors who teach by the finger-fuck method.
Mom has got the inevitable hots for the daughter's muscle-bound boyfriend bobby (Gene Carrera, echoing a young Jerry Butler) as they trace Peaches; sojourn. Adams-Carrera is the definitive study of unrequited sexual tension to the exquisite breaking point. Adams teases, teases and teases. It takes the entire movie for a payoff, but it's worth the wait.
Peaches' final resolve echoes sentiments of the first film: "everyone I meet is motivated by lust and greed and avarice!" Some things never change, but fortunately for the creative direction this industry must take to salvage itself, director Alex de Renzy has made the moves in all the right directions.
Well-packaged, hot, a great film and a definite, definite must for video store owners.