Writer-director David Stanley, a decade after serving as one of Vivid's top directors, handed in a D-grade term paper called "In Her Head". Not quite the comeback kid. Main difference is that his best films back at the turn of this century featured safe-sex condoms, while this recent one is shot bareback.
Taylor Russo, the shoulder-tattooed one of a pair of beautiful twins who provide this project its hook, sums it up accurately in an aside during her BTS interview when she remarks: "Not much of a script", noting she and sis Talia (whose identifying tattoo is on her back) are there to have sex.
Teaming once again with B. Skow (producer and cameraman), Stanley's half-baked story, pointlessly structured in the trendy flashback style, has Lexi Belle and Evan Stone in almost a 2-character play, as a couple on the lam, with supposedly $385,000 in a briefcase Lexi has stolen from twins. That's not just a pitch summary, but the entire film, padded out to an overlong 130 minutes with lots of sex scenes, suitable for excerpting (and streaming).
Skow uses tight eye closeups to suggest that Lexi is going crazy, and we learn early on that the twins are imaginary hallucinations. Quite predictably, the money in the case is also imaginary, to Evan's chagrin.
Time is killed by the couple humping, an idiotic three-way contrived in a tent when forest ranger Anthony Rosano tries to give Evan a hard time for lighting a campfire without permission; Lexi imagining the twins humping a barely recognizable Xander Corvus out hiking; her imagining the lovely Russos having 4-way group sex in a tiny bed with Barry Scott and Jerrry (who are credited on screen misleadingly as "Himself" when in fact they are playing an imaginary role, not guest starring) and of course the climax of the twins servicing Lexi 2 on 1.
At no time do the twins engage in incest, carefully choreographed to gang up on other people as their sex act, not each other. They are far more beautiful than previous gimmick-twins in hardcore porn, but unlike the '70s, the timid pornographers do not deliver twin-incest, the driving force behind such casting in the first place.
Despite the hype -see Summary mentioning murder and revenge, not part of the movie's content, nothing interesting happens. Stanley's very lazy approach includes terrible library music, often mickey-mousing the content of a scene: here's danger, here's romance, etc. Actual details are stupid, as in an emphasis on 1987 vintage Argentine Malbec wine, which never shows up, or an idiotic "pickle run" as Evan conveniently leaves Lexi alone in their hotel room (to make way for the twins' imaginary visit) near the end of the film in order to buy a jar of pickles. Final shot of Evan, Lexi, the pickle jar and the briefcase filled with wadded-up balls of paper instead of Hamiltons is a portrait of an empty-headed feature.
Taylor Russo, the shoulder-tattooed one of a pair of beautiful twins who provide this project its hook, sums it up accurately in an aside during her BTS interview when she remarks: "Not much of a script", noting she and sis Talia (whose identifying tattoo is on her back) are there to have sex.
Teaming once again with B. Skow (producer and cameraman), Stanley's half-baked story, pointlessly structured in the trendy flashback style, has Lexi Belle and Evan Stone in almost a 2-character play, as a couple on the lam, with supposedly $385,000 in a briefcase Lexi has stolen from twins. That's not just a pitch summary, but the entire film, padded out to an overlong 130 minutes with lots of sex scenes, suitable for excerpting (and streaming).
Skow uses tight eye closeups to suggest that Lexi is going crazy, and we learn early on that the twins are imaginary hallucinations. Quite predictably, the money in the case is also imaginary, to Evan's chagrin.
Time is killed by the couple humping, an idiotic three-way contrived in a tent when forest ranger Anthony Rosano tries to give Evan a hard time for lighting a campfire without permission; Lexi imagining the twins humping a barely recognizable Xander Corvus out hiking; her imagining the lovely Russos having 4-way group sex in a tiny bed with Barry Scott and Jerrry (who are credited on screen misleadingly as "Himself" when in fact they are playing an imaginary role, not guest starring) and of course the climax of the twins servicing Lexi 2 on 1.
At no time do the twins engage in incest, carefully choreographed to gang up on other people as their sex act, not each other. They are far more beautiful than previous gimmick-twins in hardcore porn, but unlike the '70s, the timid pornographers do not deliver twin-incest, the driving force behind such casting in the first place.
Despite the hype -see Summary mentioning murder and revenge, not part of the movie's content, nothing interesting happens. Stanley's very lazy approach includes terrible library music, often mickey-mousing the content of a scene: here's danger, here's romance, etc. Actual details are stupid, as in an emphasis on 1987 vintage Argentine Malbec wine, which never shows up, or an idiotic "pickle run" as Evan conveniently leaves Lexi alone in their hotel room (to make way for the twins' imaginary visit) near the end of the film in order to buy a jar of pickles. Final shot of Evan, Lexi, the pickle jar and the briefcase filled with wadded-up balls of paper instead of Hamiltons is a portrait of an empty-headed feature.