Released | Oct 01st, 2003 |
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Running Time | 108 |
Director | Jim Holliday |
Company | VCA Pictures |
Cast | Ninalyn, Chloe Dior, Sharon Kane, Joelean, Anna Mills, Kelli Passion, Anthony Hardwood, Cameron Cain, Lainey Baron, Johnny Sharp, Jay Crew, Selena Steele, Steve Hatcher, Nevaeh Ashton, Monica Mayhem, August Avila, Violet Blue, William Margold, Felix Vicious, Katie Morgan, Raylin, Rio Mariah, Mary Carey, Bunny Luv, Shayla LaVeaux |
Critical Rating | AAAA |
Genre | All-Sex |
Another trip to Hollidayland, where the list of girls is a mile long and the music is surf - tinged jazz and the credits are in Dom Casual and the script is arcane and a good time is had by all.
After an eye-popping tracking shot where the camera must go past 20 yards of locker room filled with cheerleaders, including Violet Blue teaching high kicks to Katie Morgan - sans panties, natch - we meet ball-busting North Fresno Bobcats football team owner Selena Steele, who demands carnal favors from team doctor Alex Sanders while cheerleader coach Sharon Kane and team captain Shayla LaVeaux are still in position, telling the girls they have to take a new medical test called "Tinker Time," which seems to be a taste test administered by Sanders, toes first, then he involves his dick. (As usual for Holliday, there's plenty of anal and foot action.) The cheerleaders double-team a colleague just out of the shower. Trainer Steve Hatcher does a Tinker Time test on Cameron Cain. Kane and Laveaux's private conference gets interrupted by football coach Jay Crew, whose pussy-eating skills drive Kane to unexpected pleasure, before a flashback to a lesbian all-skate including the now-retired Bunny Luv and the sudden appearance of new commissioner Johnny Sharp Jr. who declares the league finished, and then looks into camera and barks, "The end." And it is.
The brightly-lit camerawork (by Jake Jacobs, Alex Dark and Chuck Czar) and general aura of clever silliness will please fans of Holliday and the big cast and practically nonstop sex will interest those who care less about auteurism and visual style and more about pleasures of the flesh.