A bizarre, sepia-tone mind fuck with sometimes hot but mostly weird lesbian sex, the extremely original Carbongirl imagines what porn might look like if David Lynch created it. In this invigorating two-disc movie directed by Aiden Riley and Michelle Sinclair (the real names of Belladonna and her husband), nothing seems real except the exceptional array of unique sex toys that penetrate the pussies and assholes of the cast.

Belladonna plays a perverse doll maker who, while experimenting with these female lifelike creatures, cuts them into parts, creates new ones, and collects the juices of their lesbian escapades for her own personal research/use. I have no idea why, really, except that she’s a female Dr. Frankenstein. Hints of a storyline can be found in the Japanese “subtitles,” which upon closer inspection are in English and can sometimes be read (I’m not too sure it’s even supposed to be Japanese).

Each of the six sex scenes creates its own bizarre dream, all shot in gray and tints, and with a music soundtrack featuring Henry Hall’s 1930 “Hush Hush Here Comes the Boogeyman,” which if taken literally could refer to Belladonna’s character. Painted in whiteface, with stitch marks indicating surgical proceedings, Monique Alexander and Sammie Rhodes are brought to life, trying to figure out uses for their pussy holes and anuses, with a slowly mounting lick session climaxing with huge anal balls penetrating Sammie’s butt. As the bodies lie motionless, Belladonna sniffs the balls. Likewise, Belladonna manipulates Tori Lux and Skin so they can masturbate; the bandaged “dolls” experiment with a wheelchair, a rabbit on a cane and some huge anal toys.

Marionettes Lexi Belle and Andy San Dimas are cut from their strings for a more traditional (if you can even use that word in describing anything in Carbongirl) and very erotic lesbian adventure involving hands, tongues, grinding and kissing. After orgasm, Belladonna boxes them up for shipping. The doll maker attaches some exotic device to Ashli Orion’s pussy to wake her libido so she can get eaten out by she-male Bailey Jay; when they are through, she sniffs Orion’s pussy and captures some pussy “drippings” with a bottle and her tongue.

Belladonna bandages Kimberly Kane’s legs and shows her how to use crutches before a very animated Kelly Divine shoves a dildo down Kane’s mouth. They suck pussies and Kane works on Divine’s ass, engorging her butthole with one of the largest wooden cocks I’ve ever seen. And in culmination, a (literally) filthy Belladonna fucks the doll maker herself, in essence a nightmarish solo scene where, after she shaves her head, she shoves some bizarre sex toys into her pussy, bringing herself to orgasm with four fingers.

Just when you think you’ve seen it all, Carbongirl hits the DVD market and reinvigorates the notion that newly tapped creativity lies in the warped minds of a couple of adult’s top moviemakers. While not for every taste, it would be hard for any viewer not to appreciate the moody cinematography, art direction, make-up and even the oddball, staccato editing that punctuates each scene but doesn’t detract from the sex. And the girls are energetic and nasty performers, so the sex does deliver on some level.

It’s highly recommended for anyone looking for unique all-girl porn or those viewers who love watching envelopes being pushed. And Carbongirl’s second disc contains something I’ve never seen before: a three-and-a-half-hour BTS, with everything you could possibly want to know and see, plus more.