It's not easy whipping up a consistently dull video production when you've got the animal sensuality of Nina Hartley and Elle Rio to work with (not to mention the immense voluptuousness of Keisha), but Restless Nights left me restless for other tapes where these very women get to show off themselves and their talents in a much more favorable light.
The skimpy plot and almost uniformly leaden dialog vaguely introduces us to Paul Thomas, playing an ex-sports star who runs a health club when he's not pining over Nina Hartley, the other woman, the one who got away. Okay, I can see where the divine Nina can reduce you to the empty shell of a boring insomniac, but lighten up fella, this isn't an Ingmar Bergman film! His marriage is on the rocks, he's the victim of hopeless fantasies, and his health-club assistant (Tom Byron) uses the indoor pool as a waterbed. Byron's chlorinated frolic with Patti Petite leaves me water-logged.
But practically all the sex here amounts to nothing so much as a bunch of missed opportunities; even a three-way with Nina, Keisha and Ron Jeremy fails to catch fire. Technical problems are not the issue, though heaven knows the editing doesn't do a thing to help pick up the tortoise-like pace. Part of the problem is that Hartley isn't on screen enough, but even when she is, Restless Nights is just tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable, then, finally, just nodding off.