Studio: Team Tyler/Black Widow
Director: Wankus
Cast: Tyler Faith, Rebecca Love, Sandra Romain, Jenna Haze, Mari Possa, Regan Anthony

A working class hero is something to be.

Tyler Faith, like Pepper Dennis, keeps getting in crazy snafus. Her fantasies lead to embarrassing situations ... like that time when she got fucked with a nightstick. Is Hollywood atwitter with talks of Faith as a midseason replacement?

With her unabashedly unreconstructed Boston accent, Pride of Saugus Tyler Faith gets to have her way with porn's hard-working middle class in this movie, which wastes little time setting up six scenarios that lead to one thing: Faith manhandling the ladies.

Faith was a stripper before she was a porn star, and she still works the clubs many weekends. The result is that, ten-odd years in, she's toned and muscular. Not body builder ripped, but strong. Seeing her in the first scene with skeletal Jenna Haze makes one think that Haze isn't living right. Regardless, Haze climbs Tyler like a bee on a hive after Faith fantasizes the porn-wraith into existence from a spread in Genesis magazine.

Director Wankus doesn't spend a lot of time examining his real-life fiancee's reactions to all her dreams coming true, because this movie didn't have a Harry Potter budget. Instead, things go from zero to girl-on-girl-on-girl action pretty quickly.

Blue-collar hotties such as Rebecca Love and Regan Anthony join starlets like Kinzie Kenner and Mari Possa along with veterans Brooke Haven and Nicole Sheridan for scenes in which all the points get hit. Sandra Romain plays a saucy maid. Aside from actual pretty girls, there is nothing "pretty girl" about this movie; everything is pleasantly dirty.

Faith's fun reactions to being caught daydreaming with her hand in her pants are entertaining, but even better are tossed off lines like the one she delivers to Mari Possa, who plays a massage therapist:

"God, you have such fuckin' healin' hands."

The scene that might cause alarm is the three-way with Faith, Kinzie Kenner, and Nicole Sheridan playing a nun. I think that any nun who wears a sleeveless habit should expect fantasies popping up about her now and then, but the strap-on and the "Who wants to fuck Jesus?" dialogue are just a little incongruous with the tamer and slightly-more-credible aspects of the movie.

Not that, having already been told by the nuns that I'm going to Hell, it wasn't fun to watch.

This is a solid movie made by a small studio. Everyone knew each other on set and the craft services consisted of pizza. The cast works for a living and it shows. You can forgive them for fantasizing now and then.

Studio: Digital Playground
Director: Robby D.
Cast: Jenaveve Jolie, Rita Faltoyano, Taryn Thomas, Renee Richards, Jelena Jensen, Marlena

Digital Playground's Jack's Playground series has now reached its 30th episode, but instead of a tedious and self-congratulatory retrospective with guest stars like Lee Majors and Dawn Wells, Jack's Playground 30 features Rita Faltoyano swimming and Jenaveve Jolie watching Fear.com without pants on.

Director Robby D. shoots several series for Digital Playground: Control, My First Porn, Jack's Teen America, and Jack's Playground. The latter is the oldest series and Robby D., as the cajoling behind-the-camera character Jack, is constantly amazed at his good luck that such attractive women come to the house. This is apparent in lingering shots of Jolie and Faltoyano that do not result in the overall creepy feeling one gets from similar introductions in other videos.

The mood is always amicable in these movies, save for the occasional intra-adult industry snipe, and the action moves quickly.

The threadbare plot of this gonzo involves women being duped into performing in a music video. Sometimes the plot shows up and other times it isn't anywhere to be found. The locations are sunny, open, and inviting, and don't have the nouveau riche look of many Valley McMansions rented out to porn companies.

The most important thing is that all the talent is smiling and look like today is a good day to be alive. That goes a long way. This is the atmosphere Robby D. creates. In the "Jack" movies he avoids draping the productions in the doom that awaits us all. Porn should be fun.

Standout scenes include those of Taryn Thomas, Faltoyano, Jolie, and the no-nonsense British performer Renee Richards, whose performance at a grand piano had to be dubbed, we think, because she was playing something which required rights for broadcast. How we are allowed to watch snippets of Fear.com in Jolie's scene is a puzzler, using this logic.

Scott Nails shows up in the Faltoyano and Jolie scenes, the lucky bastard, and sports the marks of a parrot attack in the second.

What the low-budget/high entertainment Jack's series says is that even people gored by birds can have a piece of the American dream.

Studio: Adam & Eve
Director: Daniel Dakota
Cast: Carmen Luvana, Austyn Moore, Charmane Star, Taryn Thomas, Evan Stone, Randy Spears, Barrett Blade

Daniel Dakota’s unflinching vision of sex in the building trades is as potent now as when it was filmed over three days in August of 2005. Carmen Luvana, Austyn Moore, and Charmane Star prove that a working class hero is still something to be.

The next time you come over, let’s get loaded and really watch this movie.

This blunt little tool we call the InterWebNet is not enough to describe this rollicking tour de force of a film.

Two guys meet in front of a house with tarps and implements of construction draped over it.

“Hey man, what’s so interesting about this house?”
“Just wait, man; they haven’t shown up yet.”

Cut to Luvana, Moore, Star, and Thomas walking abreast in slow motion, laden down with tools and boobies.

“Whoa!”

If I were the type of person to snap you with a towel, I would say: “Bro, it doesn’t get any better than this.”

Luvana is a building contractor who is pressed for time. Her employees keep having sex on the job. They are concerned about her because “she really needs to get laid.” In addition to Luvana’s obvious frigidity, her client is pressuring her to finish the house in two weeks and the building inspector has a list of violations.

“You’d better fucking get this done,” Luvana says to her employees, “and come up with a stragety.”

The stragety involves shots of backhoes being operated on different days than the shots featuring the porn stars controlling them. There are also several scenes in which actors having a conversation were clearly not on set at the same time. Along with the most obvious instance of dubbing I have ever seen in a movie made in America, “The Contractor” is a national treasure.

The only thing that could possibly make this movie better would be if the cast was naked. And it is. The delightfully squishy cover girl Austyn Moore pairs up twice, once with the machine-crafted Luvana. Taryn Thomas enjoys a backhoe scene with the dubbed male talent, and Charmane Star services the nervous client, Randy Spears, who alternates with Evan Stone (also in the movie) as The Porn Actor Who Most Blatantly Loves His Job.

It is the studied opinion of this reviewer that what would in other films be blatant errors in lighting, sound, script, direction, and logistics only add to The Contractor‘s value. Upon completing their job after a well-deserved sandpit hose fight (!), the girls settle their differences and are approached by a mysterious stranger to do a job for $10 million.

Is this a setup for The Contractor 2? That is where your narrow sensibilities would lead you, maybe, but repeated viewings really opened my eyes. Dakota is a trickster, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he upends our unenlightened sensibilities and this cast never works together again.

One thing is certain: Masons are hottt.

Studio: Sex Z Pictures
Director: Roy Karch
Cast: Vicky Vette, Keiko, Hillary Scott, Deja Daire

I was interested in seeing this movie because the personal lives of two of the cast members, Vicky Vette and Keiko, had been the object of discussion in adult industry circles recently. In a job as intimate as this one, was it possible to see more onscreen than just some sex?

Director Karch put together five vignettes in a loft/warehouse space filled with artificial smoke. Each couple got together atop a light fog. Why? No Morals.

First, covergirl Vette is interrupted in her self-pleasuring by Randy Spears, who arrives in a tracksuit on a freight elevator. He picks up where she leaves off, and then departs, naked, in the same elevator. Why does he leave without his clothes? No Morals.

Next is Deja Daire, whose voice is unnaturally high for the filthy things she says with it. Karch's nod to the alt kids is this pairing between Daire and a Robert Smith-looking guy. This scene is followed by James Deen meeting cute with Hillary Scott. Why do none of these hot couples care the building is on fire? No Morals.

Finally, Nicki Hunter is afforded a larger room. I think it's the garage, because her date gets out of a truck. A lack of morals provides excellent cover for the threat of carbon monoxide poisoning. When all is finished, Hunter's paramour returns to the passenger side of the truck, which doesn't move. The scene goes dark and the credits roll. No Morals.

Each of these scenes is exactly as long as it needs to be and shows off a diverse cast (Vette is going the high-gloss MILF route, Keiko and Daire are Eon McKai staples, Nicki Hunter has Vivid Girl looks without the Vivid contract, and Hillary Scott is of the new breed of very pretty, very dirty female talent) in its best light.

So why can't I stop thinking about the stars' personal lives? No Morals, but Who Cares? This atmospheric little movie's ends justify its moral-free means.