When I read SMALL CHANGE I instantly think of Truffaut, but two years after he made one of his best depictions of growing up, NYC porn stars created this poor excuse for a comedy. It's aimed directly at the dumbest members of the potential audience.
I have a phobia of porn comedy for good reason: comedy is difficult. As any die-hard fan of '40s films noirs has noticed, it is hard to mess up a morbid melodrama. Even the least of those dark thrillers is not merely watchable but fascinating, while a failed comedy has nothing whatsoever to offer.
The leading culprits here are the overexposed local porn team of Richard Bolla and Bobby Astyr, whose antics left me cold when these films were new, and are truly embarrassing to watch what feels like a century (21st after all) later.
Bolla is a self-obsessed guy on the make, with the film's lame premise being that his sexual conquests are constantly being interrupted by pesky best friend Astyr -phoning him relentlessly and always at the wrong moment. Director Richard Mailer, whose overall sense of seriousness can be ascertained by his favorite pseudonyms of Mr. Mustard and Grey Poupon, strikes out this time by not even fulfilling the most basic element. We see Bolla as Derek score several times, right through the money shot, so much of his complaining is merely stupid.
Derek's first success is with a black stewardess Verna Quick, whose porn career was a non-starter (to be uncharitable, Desiree West she ain't). She does get fed up with his constant barrage of phone calls, but not before they've gone through several positions and Bolla's shot his wad.
Astyr as Bill Bailey (yuck yuck) is fighting with his wife Nita (attractive Lisa Heyman, also an unsuccessful porn wannabe), and Bill's ranting is 100% annoying, never amusing. Nita has split and is staying with her girl friend, Roseanne Farrow. She turns out to be an aggressive lesbian and after a bit of comforting soon she's humping Nita with a strap-on dildo.
Farrow is most definitely not related to Mia or Tisa, though the IMDb-er from Belgium has the temerity to call her "gorgeous" (not). She co-starred with Heyman in a Shaun Costello opus THE TWO LIVES OF JENNIFER, the closest either actress came to quality.
Clea Carson takes both the acting and beauty honors here as Marilyn, Bolla's next conquest who he first arranges to meet on a handball court, just so Mailer can eat up several minutes of running time, as Marilyn can't even begin to play. She's much better in bed, going from a plain Jane in glasses to quite a turn-on beauty with large nipples as headlights.
Film's rather lame twists have Nita filing for divorce and having sex with her lawyer Richard (Dave Ruby, who sheds his usual masochist role to be mighty aggressive here, treating Nita -under protest- to some very well-photographed anal sex on his office carpet). After Richard's copious money shot, Nita flees back to reconcile with her hubby. Film's final attempt at irony involves a "Le Ronde" circular coincidence that brings Marilyn and Richard "back together" much to Derek's dismay.
So if extremely lame attempted humor is your bag, this is right up your alley. Give me Damiano-style morbid melodrama instead, any time.
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