A hard drama of inappropriate lust and retribution.

After a matter-of-fact declaration—"This video contains fantasy content some viewers may find disturbing. Please close this window now if you may be disturbed by alternative adult content. Viewer discretion is strongly advised."—this production starts with a quick credits sequence with portentous music over evidence bags and a notebook page with an adolescent scrawl: "Fuck me Mr. Davies." Soccer coach Charles Dera leads his teen girl charges in practice and dismisses them to the showers, but Jill Kassidy lags behind, handing him a note before disappearing into the locker room. The note invites him to join her in the men's room by the field: "I know how much you [heart] my pussy after practice!!!"

In the bathroom, we establish that she's 18 and about to graduate, and he's been telling her he'll leave his wife "but these things take time." She pouts, "You don't love me," before dropping to her knees and pleasuring him in full schoolgirl uniform in an award-worthy scene that gets surreptitiously caught on phone camera by Kassidy's bud Kristen Scott.

Scott scoots to stepbrother Small Hands, shows him the video, and he plots to blackmail Kassidy with her help: "I can't do it myself, I'm on parole." The sex scene that follows establishes their dom/sub relationship.

Scott shows Kassidy the sex video and threatens her: "We can plaster this all over social media." Kassidy freaks out and cold-cocks Scott with a vase. Meanwhile, Dera's wife Cherie DeVille puts on a school uniform from his bag and coos, "I'm a bad schoolgirl. Spank me." He's reluctant—the schoolgirl bit hits a little too close to the bone—and when he looks down and sees Kassidy instead of his wife sucking him his eyes widen in terror. His confusion is reflected when he sees both of them in bed with him, one cheering him on while he fucks the other. As DeVille luxuriates in a post-orgasmic afterglow, Dera's phone rings. It's Kassidy. She tells him what's going on, he tells her, "Meet me at my family's ranch," he makes an excuse to DeVille and splits.

At the ranch, Dera pulls Scott's unconscious body from Kassidy's trunk and learns the whole story: Video, blackmail, student, school property, ruination. He calms Kassidy down and sends her to bed, then faces Scott, who calls him her "boyfriend" and says, "Let's not waste any more time," before she pulls off his pants. Is Dera fucking his way through the soccer team? Is Scott delusional? Is any of this even happening? A tearful Kassidy running in and yelling, "Stop it!" answers that last question. Dera whispers to Kassidy that Scott thinks she's having an affair with him, play along, it'll keep her quiet. The three of them play along in a showstopping three-way.

Their afterglow is shattered by the entrance of a furious DeVille, who starts throwing things and threatens to call the police when Kassidy grabs a gun and chases her out of the room. Bang. Kassidy strolls back, nude, carrying the gun, spattered in blood, dead-eyed stare: "I did it, Daddy. I killed her." Dera locks Kassidy in the bedroom, and Scott takes charge. "We can fix this. Get dressed. Go get cleaning supplies, get bleach. It's gonna be okay."

But it isn't gonna be okay. Not for Dera.

Bree Mills tops off a year of blistering creativity with this tour de force, scoring Best Drama and Best Director – Feature AVN Award nominations (directing shared with Craven Moorehead) plus a Best Actor nomination for Charles Dera, Best Actress nomination for Jill Kassidy, Best Supporting Actor nomination for Small Hands, Best Supporting Actress nomination for Kristen Scott, and also Cinematography, Editing, Soundtrack and two sex scenes.

Half His Age is a solid, challenging drama that can stand with the best plot-driven film features of the '70s Golden Age. Recommended for those who can handle the harshness.