Ash Hollywood deftly plays a woman who finds herself lost in a Mulholland Drive-esque erotic world where nothing is as it seems and everything is a question mark pointing to her hot, sweet fuck holes. Dana Vespoli helms this masterpiece—her first work as an Evil Angel director—and it is a top-notch, game-changing feature that should make other studios take notice. Vespoli is also not shy about taking on the sexual heavy lifting here, and she pushes past the furthest all of her fans thought she could go in this. There’s something in this for every consumer in your store. Point them all to it—stock and re-stock.

Hollywood wakes up in a field—her white dress stained with blood—and she remembers little of how she got there. She is taken to a mansion where she encounters Wolf Hudson dancing in lingerie and remembers the extremely hard sex that she and others have had in snippets. Vespoli and heartbreaking flapper Phoenix Marie share some anal and spit-heavy, edgy woman-on-woman fucking. The anal speculum play is intense stuff, and Marie spreads her asshole for the metal like few others.  

Hollywood dreams—we think—of coffee beans and Ventura Boulevard before waking next to Vespoli and Michael Vegas having hard anal next to her. Vespoli and Vegas are remarkably good together, and Hollywood goes to a sunlit shower to clean whatever is real off of herself. Vegas joins her—she shares her fear of not waking from this dream. There is a genius pause in his touch that is gentle before he goes firmly into fucking her in the style of the rest of the production—hard, aggressive and unforgiving.

Hollywood meets Manuel Ferrara in a park where he’s walking with his girlfriend Samantha Ryan. In a dream-like way, the two fall in love and go to his place to fuck and fuck well. Ryan comes home to realize what they are doing, thinks back to remember her lovemaking with Ferrara and ... we learn where the blood comes from. Nothing good comes from taking what’s not yours to take, it turns out.