Arguably the #1 porn star of the 1990s, Jenna Jameson's widespread fandom and notoriety meant lots of product was needed to fill the Video pipeline, and Vivid Video obliged with this low-effort 1995 release, duly reissued by their Wave DVD subsidiary.
Director Layne Parker also gets a credit for providing a motorcycle, driven by Bobby Vitale when he picks up wayward Jenna on her thumb- tripping jaunt to Las Vegas, and that credit is all Parker deserves.
That's because his story and direction are lame to the point of nonexistent. Editing is also poor, as in the first sex scene of Anna Malle and lover Hank Armstrong (they frequently teamed up on screen) in which shot of Hank in ecstasy still pumping away are shown after his money shot and quiescence.
He's given Anna a valuable ring, purchased with the cash he weaseled off his girlfriend Jenna. When she finds out he's two-timing her, she leaves for Vegas.
Not much else happens here, as Layne shoe-horns into the show extraneous sex scenes and characters with all the care of a wall-to-wall junker. Jenna's acting is also lousy, as when she submits reluctantly to servicing Hank's would-be new boss (Lesbian icon Felecia) in order to help get the layabout a cushy job, but then immediately enjoys the Sapphic action, making no attempt to stay in character.
Ultimately the show climaxes in a cornball orgy, with Jenna's finding out the ring Anna conveniently removes is one she inadvertently paid for doled out to us in unconvincing fashion, as is Vitale's stealing it while everybody humps, so that he can "romantically" (translate: cornball) present it to Jenna inside her wine glass as a sort of engagement prize.
This pointless drivel actually has Malle upstaging superstar Jenna; Malle is infinitely sexier, but of course did not achieve JJ's level of recognition because she does not fit the cookie-cutter Barbie Doll ideal of not only Jenna but so many other fake tits blonde bombshells in porn.
Director Layne Parker also gets a credit for providing a motorcycle, driven by Bobby Vitale when he picks up wayward Jenna on her thumb- tripping jaunt to Las Vegas, and that credit is all Parker deserves.
That's because his story and direction are lame to the point of nonexistent. Editing is also poor, as in the first sex scene of Anna Malle and lover Hank Armstrong (they frequently teamed up on screen) in which shot of Hank in ecstasy still pumping away are shown after his money shot and quiescence.
He's given Anna a valuable ring, purchased with the cash he weaseled off his girlfriend Jenna. When she finds out he's two-timing her, she leaves for Vegas.
Not much else happens here, as Layne shoe-horns into the show extraneous sex scenes and characters with all the care of a wall-to-wall junker. Jenna's acting is also lousy, as when she submits reluctantly to servicing Hank's would-be new boss (Lesbian icon Felecia) in order to help get the layabout a cushy job, but then immediately enjoys the Sapphic action, making no attempt to stay in character.
Ultimately the show climaxes in a cornball orgy, with Jenna's finding out the ring Anna conveniently removes is one she inadvertently paid for doled out to us in unconvincing fashion, as is Vitale's stealing it while everybody humps, so that he can "romantically" (translate: cornball) present it to Jenna inside her wine glass as a sort of engagement prize.
This pointless drivel actually has Malle upstaging superstar Jenna; Malle is infinitely sexier, but of course did not achieve JJ's level of recognition because she does not fit the cookie-cutter Barbie Doll ideal of not only Jenna but so many other fake tits blonde bombshells in porn.