Cash Markman aka Marc Cushman, man of a thousand mediocre scripts, underachieves for the umpteenth time with this failed cat & mouse movie for Simon Wolf, not up to that distinctive producer's usual high standard.
Taylor St. Claire is a beauty in the central role of a thief who preys on women's clothing manufacturers. She isn't given enough to do in Cash's script, which focuses instead on attempted clever patter (consistently boring) and foolishly emphasizes his inevitable NonSex performer Frank Bukkwyd -an actor who becomes tiresome in a hurry. Especially in a sex film when the viewer is sure to want to get on with the XXX content rather than sit through FB's boring scenes.
Another fatal mistake is to omit the action (or anything resembling movement from Point A to Point B) in what would constitute a mainstream action/romance, the kind that Hitchcock with Cary Grant did so well. Instead we get endless conversation and exposition, telling the viewer exactly what's happening as if talking to a retard. That's part of our egotistical auteur's approach to cinema: he's a self-appointed know-it- all who despite leaving a trail of hundreds of lousy and/or terrible videos has the temerity to teach screen writing to kids who might as well as have enrolled in Trump U. for all they'll get out of it.
Dale DaBone is the smoothie romantic lead, reliable in the humping department as well, and supporting femmes as busty as Taylor all fill the screen with said mammaries in satisfying fashion. However, their acting is suspect, especially Alexis Amore in the first sex scene reciting her lines by rote. As an afterthought, Bukkwyd as a private eye tells us in flashback near the end of the show about a previous case, a ridiculously obvious effort to pad the running time (and XXX content) injecting big star Sunrise Adams into the film extraneously.
