The title suggests a stupid parody of the Jeff Daniels/Jim Carrey opus, but the lame-brained pornographers here, led by untalented Mitch Spinelli, don't bother to have any sort of tie-in to that comedy. What we get is a series of sex scenes involving big-breasted women, and two overacting performers: Sanders and Morgan.
Nominal plot has Morgan tossed out of his home by his wife for being a boring guy, so he takes up residence with an old pal Alex Sanders. Perhaps Spinelli, who wrote this thing too, planned to have an odd-couple arrangement to divert the viewer humorously in between hump sessions, but instead we get pure corn - Morgan won't leave and irritates the heck out of his host. When they have a serious argument, both porn veterans are embarrassing in their attempts to inject substance into a fallen soufflé -this is truly hard to watch.
Anal specialist J.R. Carrington does her thing and the big tits of Kimbeley Kupps, Whitney Wonders and Dallas, among others suffice as content. Filmmaking is particularly sloppy, as in a careful "end of dream sequence" shot of Morgan that is repeated later in the video to serve the same nauseating "it was only a dream" purpose. It's garbage like this that gives the Pleasure Productions label a "beware" stigma: they're batting .000 in my book including the lengthy "Strap-on Sally" series.
Nominal plot has Morgan tossed out of his home by his wife for being a boring guy, so he takes up residence with an old pal Alex Sanders. Perhaps Spinelli, who wrote this thing too, planned to have an odd-couple arrangement to divert the viewer humorously in between hump sessions, but instead we get pure corn - Morgan won't leave and irritates the heck out of his host. When they have a serious argument, both porn veterans are embarrassing in their attempts to inject substance into a fallen soufflé -this is truly hard to watch.
Anal specialist J.R. Carrington does her thing and the big tits of Kimbeley Kupps, Whitney Wonders and Dallas, among others suffice as content. Filmmaking is particularly sloppy, as in a careful "end of dream sequence" shot of Morgan that is repeated later in the video to serve the same nauseating "it was only a dream" purpose. It's garbage like this that gives the Pleasure Productions label a "beware" stigma: they're batting .000 in my book including the lengthy "Strap-on Sally" series.