| Monica Mayhem | |||
| Layla Labelle | |||
| Tuesday Cross | |||
| Alicia Andrews | |||
| Bree Olson | |||
| rest of cast listed alphabetically: | |||
| Brittaney Starr | ... | Herself (2011) | |
| Alexis Texas | ... | Herself (2011) | |
Directed by | |||
| Jason Danilak | |||
| Shaun Donnelly | |||
Produced by | |||
| Jason Danilak | .... | producer | |
| Shaun Donnelly | .... | producer | |
| Wes Kezar | .... | producer | |
Original Music by | |||
| Kirk Douglas | (2011) | ||
| Ronald Tucker | (2011) | ||
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*** This review may contain spoilers ***
Hardcore cinema starlet Bree Olson has the million dollar idea of forming a rock group made up of four fellow porn actresses: Down-to-earth 30-ish veteran Monica Mayhem as the lead singer, sweet, but no-nonsense Alicia Andrews on drums, adorable, yet arrogant and immature Layla Labelle playing guitar, and brash Tuesday Cross handling the bass. What could possibly go wrong? Well, just about everything. For starters, Olson lets her creepy geek cousin Joel Kane be the band's assistant manager -- and he turns out to be a total incompetent. Moreover, the band isn't given nearly enough rehearsal time to get their act completely together. When they run low on funds in the middle of their ramshackle tour, the gals resort to stripping and doing porn shoots in order to raise the necessary cash to keep themselves afloat. The places they perform live at turn out to be sleazy dives (they do one gig at a karaoke bar with no stage!). Naturally, the radically contrasting personalities of the band members lead to inevitable clashes, with Alicia and Layla practically at each other's throats towards the end of the tour. Tuesday's problems with alcohol don't help matters any. All difficulties aside, the ladies make for a surprisingly solid and competent group with a cool bluesy rock sound (their signature tune "Yellow Line Fever" has a nice stomping beat to it). Plus, the band have sex with a few lucky audience members who are the recipients of the special golden condom giveaway. Naturally, there's a generous sprinkling of yummy female nudity throughout. Yep, this documentary is every bit as funny, surreal, and enjoyable as the loopy premise suggests, which means that fans of porn and/or rock should get a big kick out of it.