Of the three Western Visuals titles that debuted this month featuring the computer-generated film look, Two Sisters was the first of the features I chanced to look at.  Probably for that reason I'm more critical of it.  After I watched Principles Of Lust and Black and White in Living Color (twice each, I might add), I went back to Two Sisters and watched it again to see if I came away with relatively the same gut level feelings I had the first time around.  There is something about first impressions.

Two Sisters is a noteworthy feature for what it's attempting, but I think it goes a little overboard in sensory overload as new concept productions sometimes tend to do.  (I felt exactly the same way about Night Trips, I might add).  Call it an overdose of enthusiasm.  From an editing standpoint, it rolls out a pastry cart of technical slickery.  That's okay if you want to pig out; I just think Two Sisters has a couple of extra calories here and there it can do without.

There's lots of sex in this feature, there's also lots of cutting, cross-cutting and cross-cross-cutting (you've seen the Playboy stuff - you know what I mean) - a style that can sometimes be viewer-unfriendly and maddening depending on your mood at the time.

Victoria Paris and Alex Jordan play two sisters who talk to one another (and sometimes into the ozone) about every subject under the sun that has a sexual ring to it.  Often what they say doesn't make a lick of coherent sense, and other times what they say is audio-poor (it sounds like Paris and Jordan are speaking directly into gym lockers).  Depending on the particular golden nugget of conversation, a sex scene is eased into the picture to illustrate the soundbite.

In an artsy opening sequence, Ted Wilson pairs up with Jordan while Sean Michaels shares a loving, zippers-unzipping moment with Paris.  Michaels and Paris have done some brilliant scenes together, and their sexual chemistry is very evident here.

Heidi Kcat consumes Cal Jammer and T.T. Boy in a splendid little D.P. scene while Janet Jacme assumes the reverse cowgirl position for Jonathan Morgan.  We don't see a cum shot in the anal scene between Alona (I'm waiting for her debut feature, Home Alona) and Cal Jammer, but that doesn't really seem to matter.  (In fact, with this type of cinematic style, you can camouflage the lack of cum shots quite rightly.)

Sierra pairs up with T.T. in another reverse doggie while T.T. spoons the living crap out of Paris in their tryst.  Sean Michaels returns for an encore, this time with Jordan.

The background music (scored eloquently by Dino Ninn) is one of the magnificent plusses of this production, as can also be said of the wondrous moods he establishes in Principles of Lust and Black and White in Living Color.  It's subtle, eloquent, hypnotic and seductive; the kind of music that fluffs your pillows and tucks you in.

Something of the ilk of Two Sisters is long overdue in this business, and if tempered more evenly (meaning, let's not get carried away with a new toy) can make a significant contribution to the tastefulization of XXX to the masses.  Let's call it the new family values of porn.  This is the type of feature you can exhibit to middle America, and be proud to be a part of this industry.