In this completely captivating, exquisite, timeless film, which shares a title with the John Fowles novel but little else, Mike Horner stars as Malcolm, an eccentric millionaire, who cultivates collections of valuable artifacts. Jessica Drake, who plays his assistant/curator, oozes latent sensuality that ends up bubbling to the surface as full-on slutty bliss when Malcolm's collecting takes a turn for the sexual. He watches, voyeuristically, without ever taking part in the sex shows Drake arranges. Eventually, like a spoiled child, he bores with the fleshy delights, and she moves on.
Drake has never looked so lovely, and her sex scenes are very, very good. She pushes herself further, sexually, than her fans have ever seen. Her library scene with Cheyne Collins is steamy, a solo scene where she fucks herself with the handle of a hairbrush is exceptional and a blowbang with Drake servicing Voodoo, Chris Cannon and Collins, who are wearing African tribal masks, is quite hot. Drake's outdoor scene with director Brad Armstrong and Lezley Zen is great with Drake doing her first on-screen d.p. (Zen dons a dong) and Zen doing a double vag with a toy and Armstrong's cock.
Pre-noms ahead: Best Actress - Film to Drake; Best Non-Sex Performance to Horner; Best Solo to Drake; Best Oral Scene - Film to the Drake scene; Best Threeway - Film to an Aria/Nautica Thorn/Randy Spears sizzler, Drake d.p. and to a great Olivia O'Lovely closer; Best Art Direction to Rodney Hopkins; Best Editing to Evan Daniels; Best Cinematography to Francois Clousot; Best Director to Armstrong and Best Film overall.