A porn quickie in all respects, AVALON CALLING is successful due to the anonymous filmmakers casting three outstanding and attractive adult cinema actresses. It's quality wall-to-wall sex.
Title is, as usual, a misnomer, as the gals are selling toiletries door to door from a company called Broadway Home Cosmetics. Of course Avalon sounds more like Avon.
Orita De Chadwick and Lilly Foster service two poker playing buddies, leaving their host Harry (a very familiar looking but minor young porn actor Franklin Anthony) high and dry. Foster is comical in assuming the Lotus Position before sex, chanting "Om" while humping and later praying to the goddess Kali.
Later on, their supervisor Sue (Nina Fause) arrives, and gives Harry the full works, including a novel "Oriental Massage" involving playing footsie with his penis. A similarly "funny" ending is poorly done.
It's all about the sex here, and all three actresses are terrific. Some care was taken, as they all parade clean feet for a change, unlike the Dirty Feet syndrome that generally afflicts these quickies.
Musical score is mainly Jimmy Smith tracks from both his Blue Note and Verve LPs, with his familiar droning technique of holding a chord for minutes on end working well as porn accompaniment. Alongside Miles Davis he seems to have been the most-robbed jazz artist in the heyday of musical piracy by pornographers.
Title is, as usual, a misnomer, as the gals are selling toiletries door to door from a company called Broadway Home Cosmetics. Of course Avalon sounds more like Avon.
Orita De Chadwick and Lilly Foster service two poker playing buddies, leaving their host Harry (a very familiar looking but minor young porn actor Franklin Anthony) high and dry. Foster is comical in assuming the Lotus Position before sex, chanting "Om" while humping and later praying to the goddess Kali.
Later on, their supervisor Sue (Nina Fause) arrives, and gives Harry the full works, including a novel "Oriental Massage" involving playing footsie with his penis. A similarly "funny" ending is poorly done.
It's all about the sex here, and all three actresses are terrific. Some care was taken, as they all parade clean feet for a change, unlike the Dirty Feet syndrome that generally afflicts these quickies.
Musical score is mainly Jimmy Smith tracks from both his Blue Note and Verve LPs, with his familiar droning technique of holding a chord for minutes on end working well as porn accompaniment. Alongside Miles Davis he seems to have been the most-robbed jazz artist in the heyday of musical piracy by pornographers.