Casey Calvert's attempt at a horror movie, or more a sketch towards a horror movie, is as dull as could be. With three full-length lesbian sex scenes, it can be palmed off as generic porn with "story" (not really) stretches to skip.
The opening 20 minutes is just porn, starting with star Brooklyn Gray getting out of a damaged car and vomiting onto the road, before an ominous "57 Hours Earlier" card announces the entire show will be in flashback. Brooklyn and Kira Noir make love in bed for the 20 minutes before a title card "Sorrow Bay" is announced.
Dialogue by Casey and her directing partner Bryn Pryor (of hundreds of Gamma vignettes for Adult Time) is pitiful, just mindless small talk. The two gals go on a drive with Kira's friend Lilly Bell and the one story peg of Kira planning to give lover Brooklyn an engagement ring when they arrive in Monterey is planted. They run into Victoria Voxxx at the beach when Noir goes off to urinate (not shown in closeup, as it would have been required if this were a Bree Mills Gamma production, rather than made for higher-toned producer Erika Lust). Voxxx's weird look, sleep walking acting style and odd way of speaking hint, hint she's the "bear" (term courtesy of "The Outer Limits") of the piece.
I thought we would be heading directly into an homage to Curtis Harrington's classic "Night Tide" (that indie starring Dennis Hopper and Linda Lawson as a mysterious Siren) but no such luck. Instead the movie falls apart completely with ponderous pacing, zero continuity and missing scenes (especially when Voxxx and Kira wander off together but all we get is a blackout).
Chubby (but hot, sex fans) Aiden Starr pops up in a remote cabin where in the corniest of horror cliches the trio wander in the night after a supposed car crash by driver Kira. Of course, they can't get cell phone service, an issue voiced in the script over and over to make up for the fact that they're copying old horror movies released before cell phones took over.
Aiden recites her name and I thought it was Ligeia, you know, as in Poe, but everyone calls her Gia so I'm wrong. Similarly Voxxx should be Ariadne but everyone pronounces it "Raidney" or something like that. Actual credits with character names displayed would have helped, but in porn that's old-fashioned and generally avoided.
More sex ensues rather randomly, though lucky Brooklyn ends up in every sex scene. It turns out that fatal Sirens are afoot (bad metaphor on purpose), but no makeup effects or anything from the world of horror is applied in this production. Remember, this is horror filmmaking in 2022, so even the tiny $25,000 budget Harrington had for an indie in 1961 might be more than Casey was allowed to spend 61 years later.
Oh yes, this clunker "earned" (pardon my sarcasm) four AVN award nominations. Shades of the Hollywood Foreign Press saluting Pia Zadora back in my day.
The opening 20 minutes is just porn, starting with star Brooklyn Gray getting out of a damaged car and vomiting onto the road, before an ominous "57 Hours Earlier" card announces the entire show will be in flashback. Brooklyn and Kira Noir make love in bed for the 20 minutes before a title card "Sorrow Bay" is announced.
Dialogue by Casey and her directing partner Bryn Pryor (of hundreds of Gamma vignettes for Adult Time) is pitiful, just mindless small talk. The two gals go on a drive with Kira's friend Lilly Bell and the one story peg of Kira planning to give lover Brooklyn an engagement ring when they arrive in Monterey is planted. They run into Victoria Voxxx at the beach when Noir goes off to urinate (not shown in closeup, as it would have been required if this were a Bree Mills Gamma production, rather than made for higher-toned producer Erika Lust). Voxxx's weird look, sleep walking acting style and odd way of speaking hint, hint she's the "bear" (term courtesy of "The Outer Limits") of the piece.
I thought we would be heading directly into an homage to Curtis Harrington's classic "Night Tide" (that indie starring Dennis Hopper and Linda Lawson as a mysterious Siren) but no such luck. Instead the movie falls apart completely with ponderous pacing, zero continuity and missing scenes (especially when Voxxx and Kira wander off together but all we get is a blackout).
Chubby (but hot, sex fans) Aiden Starr pops up in a remote cabin where in the corniest of horror cliches the trio wander in the night after a supposed car crash by driver Kira. Of course, they can't get cell phone service, an issue voiced in the script over and over to make up for the fact that they're copying old horror movies released before cell phones took over.
Aiden recites her name and I thought it was Ligeia, you know, as in Poe, but everyone calls her Gia so I'm wrong. Similarly Voxxx should be Ariadne but everyone pronounces it "Raidney" or something like that. Actual credits with character names displayed would have helped, but in porn that's old-fashioned and generally avoided.
More sex ensues rather randomly, though lucky Brooklyn ends up in every sex scene. It turns out that fatal Sirens are afoot (bad metaphor on purpose), but no makeup effects or anything from the world of horror is applied in this production. Remember, this is horror filmmaking in 2022, so even the tiny $25,000 budget Harrington had for an indie in 1961 might be more than Casey was allowed to spend 61 years later.
Oh yes, this clunker "earned" (pardon my sarcasm) four AVN award nominations. Shades of the Hollywood Foreign Press saluting Pia Zadora back in my day.