Brad Armstrong misses the mark by a mile in this stupid attempt at sex comedy for Wicked Pictures.
Perhaps because it is not one of his big-budget so-called "blockbusters" or even a vehicle for one of his fellow Wicked contract players, Brad delivers a clumsy, lowbrow movie that is unfunny at every turn.
India Summer stars and attmpts to maintain a bit of decorum, as she converts her small medical clinic into a fertility clinic, or for the purposes of porn, a sperm bank. With a staff clad in fetish nurse costumes that look to have been bought at Ricky's at Halloween time, we get a series of mechanical sex scenes with cumshots, that rarely hit the mark: a specimen collecting vial.
This is basically all-sex entertainment at the level of a Reality King or Brazzers vignette stretched to feature length. In the DVD's brief (thank God) BTS short subject Brad remarks: "what would a comedy be without James Bartholet", and the NonSex actor pops up for a few seconds to end the show in one more unfunny bit.
Perhaps because it is not one of his big-budget so-called "blockbusters" or even a vehicle for one of his fellow Wicked contract players, Brad delivers a clumsy, lowbrow movie that is unfunny at every turn.
India Summer stars and attmpts to maintain a bit of decorum, as she converts her small medical clinic into a fertility clinic, or for the purposes of porn, a sperm bank. With a staff clad in fetish nurse costumes that look to have been bought at Ricky's at Halloween time, we get a series of mechanical sex scenes with cumshots, that rarely hit the mark: a specimen collecting vial.
This is basically all-sex entertainment at the level of a Reality King or Brazzers vignette stretched to feature length. In the DVD's brief (thank God) BTS short subject Brad remarks: "what would a comedy be without James Bartholet", and the NonSex actor pops up for a few seconds to end the show in one more unfunny bit.