Studio: VCA
Director: Benny Profane (guest director: Yours Truly)
Cast: Caroline Pierce, Veronica Jett, Zak Sabbath, Adrianna Nicole, Amber Rayne, Domenica Leoni, Benny Profane, Tee Real

Benny Profane's Barbed Wire Kiss is the only movie to intersperse points-of-view shots from the grave of an infant with images of therapeutic sex with Caroline Pierce. Profane is played by several people in this pornbiography, including himself as narrator, as he recounts his life to his Tarot card reader (Pierce).

Pierce pops up in this movie like a zaftig, sassy fairy, and she should be given her own talk show. But it is Profane doing most of the talking in this film, and the talkiness, self-revelation, and determination to get a point across hearkens to older pornos, shot on film, vulnerable to shadows, and prone, in retrospect, to charges of oversharing that seem too on the nose in a document in which people take it up the ass.

Freewheelin' Punk Benny, played by Zak Sabbath (nee Smith) in his first and second mass-market porn scenes ever (outside of fleshpot NYU films), is married to Veronica Jett. They fuck on a car (CA license: BDSM). Their marriage goes south, Profane tells Pierce in voiceover, when their two-week-old child dies and Profane's mother dies soon after.

Heady stuff for a title that will be sold next to Ghetto Booty and Ass Fukt 3.

Later Bennys include Marcos Leon as Suave Porn Benny, whose heart is broken by a porn star (Amber Rayne, herself filling in for an Unidentified Alt Starlet), and Tee Real as Black Benny, whose scene with Adrianna Nicole I directed.

Let's talk about that scene. Adrianna Nicole is a saucy, brassy vixen whose like was once painted on airplane noses. I wanted to paint her on my airplane nose, let me tell you. Instead, that job fell to Tee Real.

Their scene, shot outside of various porn conventions (time in one position, time focused on torso, breasts, genitals, etc.) was emblematic of each scene in the movie. People interested in production value will not call Barbed Wire Kiss a well-made film. There are shadows of cameras on the performers, general interest shadows in other places. The sound is spotty. I heard my own voice in the scene I directed.

But is the sex good? Tee Real and Adrianna Nicole smoked a hole in the bed. Sabbath and Jett looked like they had a whole glorious life in front of them. Marcos Leon and the boy-sized Amber Rayne made a delightful drag couple. Caroline Pierce should host her talk show on the nose of my plane.

Ron Royster, who produced this film and Atomic Vixens, scoured MySpace for bands to provide the music for the movies. The soundtrack to BWK is particularly impressive, as is the lighting which, when it is not changing in the middle of the scene, made Jett, Nicole, and Rayne jump off the screen.

Profane himself, as a performer, appears awkward delivering his own lines, which are themselves funny and packed with information. LFP should hire him to be their $100k-a-year publicist, but he shouldn't be a greeter at the casino.

What Profane has made with BWK is a larger-budget version of his DYI Psychocandy movies which make consumers feel like they are masturbating to Benny's friends.

Will LFP/VCA allow Benny to make more movies that are like masturbating to his diary? We'll see how this one sells.

Studio: JM Productions
Director: Ashley Blue
Cast: Randy Rodman, Rick Masters, Rod Fontana, and 41 women, including Blue, Kami Andrews, Alana Skye, Celestia, Zora, Annabelle, and Gabriela Banks

"Come on girls: This way," says Ashley Blue as she leads a group of women into a fieldlet in which a man would be drenched in their collective squirtings. "This is my boyfriend; and he's a loser."

Two of the three scenes in JM's Reverse Bukkake 2 involve a woman leaving a man in a huff and the man being squirted upon by multiple women.

In the first scene Randy Rodman's girlfriend storms out, disgusted by his reverse bukkake fantasizing, and he enters the Realm of Dream, in which several women, including a few people I am sure I saw walking the street outside a Sepulveda Blvd. Denny's, take turns squirting on him in a makeshift Terrordome which looks like that Steve Railsback episode of "The X-Files".

Kami Andrews appears to be the ringer in this movie, what with all her own teeth and all, but for Andrews to seem wholesome by comparison takes some doing.

As each woman finishes she leaves, so by the time most of the women have taken their turn hovering above Rodman's face, the room is echoing like an abandoned chapel in a flooded area.

The second scene is the most personally compelling. A man (Rick Masters) would rather smoke pot than have sex with Ashley Blue. He nods off and she leads the same group from Scene One into a woody glade to squirt on him. At least the Sepulveda Ave. girls were out in the sun.

In the final scene, 41 ladies squirt on Rod Fontana on a tennis court. Oddly enough, that sentence was how I mistranslated a passage of "The 12 Caesars" in high school.

While not being at liberty to divulge specifics of the shoot, such as how much each person was paid, I assume that the reason certain scenes seemed to empty out is that the bukkake talent were heading off to the next sequence, stopping to drink gallons of water in between. In a reverse bukkake, the talent rarely need a recoery period.

What is interesting about this movie is that the men are never given any release, other than a good hosing down. How can such an empowering movie for women come from a company branded obscene?