As a sex performer, Scott's appeal goes a long way. Better than simply pretty, her orgasms are authentic and frequent - arriving like a freight train making its midnight rounds. Pairing herself with Bobbi Starr, the two go at it with far more ass-lickin', toy-prickin' passion than most of the other scenes.
Overall, there's a candy-colored ambiance, which some may find fitting for an eye-candy type of release. Strangely, the director places a statue of a Spielbergian alien smoking a coffin nail in the background of numerous shots. Whether or not his presence is metaphoric is best left for philosophers to decide ... not habitual masturbators who will probably enjoy this romp despite its lukewarm tendencies.
Retailing: Lipstick lesbians for Hillary Scott fans.
- Bradley Milton