Today we have the new "Knives Out" film series with Daniel Craig to recall a grand tradition of screen murder mysteries typified by William Powell and Warren William dramas in the 1930s (with Don Adams so much fun in the '60s doing comedy takeoffs of Powell). Mitch Spinelli, son of the great porn auteur Anthony Spinelli, delivered this very amusing spoof, a sort of porno answer movie to Neil Simon's comedy "Murder by Death".
Sean Michaels is effectively cast as the "greatest armchair detective" Sir Merrivale Humperdinck, invited by Colonel Edward Smythe, personified by Jon Dough, to a party at his home. Smythe expects to be murdered this night. Many cast members affect British accents, or at least the British-style of speaking so familiar from Hollywood drawing room dramas and comedies involving the upper class.
The unifying theme of the movie is anal sex, surprising because in porn that "gimmick" is usually telegraphed crudely by dumb titles punning on "ass", "backdoor", "rear", etc. Taking off instead on the title of the Agatha Christie courtroom suspenser, immortalized on screen by Billy Wilder, is solid misdirection.
An impressive femme cast of eight deliver 10, count 'em, 10 anal sex scenes, I guess an achievement in its own right. Leading the pack is Nikki Sinn, famed for same in her career, cast as Dough's wife. She has to put up with his infidelities, but certainly gets plenty of sex on her own. The other characters are rather stock, including Sahara Sands as the maid and Joey Silvera as the butler. Joey has some memorable ad libs and is perfectly suited to the combination of hamminess and silliness encouraged by director Spinelli.
There is a murder, and it's solved by detective Sean Michaels, who gathers together the cast to identify the murderer at the stroke of midnight, a convention so common to these stories. At this point the screen goes all fuzzy with static, like the effect when broadcast TV stations would go off the air at night.
Suddenly we realize we've been watching a couple watching a porn movie on VHS, and Steve Hatcher complains that his $1,000 VCR player (wow, how's that for deflation?) destroyed the VHS tape, and he'll never know whodunnit. Chanel is watching with him and while each votes for who they thought was the murderer (Hatcher opting for Nigel the butler -played by Silvera, and Chanel picking a character named Sir John Owensmouth, played by Hatcher in a dual role), they are content to have sex to end the evening, anal sex of course.
Sean Michaels is effectively cast as the "greatest armchair detective" Sir Merrivale Humperdinck, invited by Colonel Edward Smythe, personified by Jon Dough, to a party at his home. Smythe expects to be murdered this night. Many cast members affect British accents, or at least the British-style of speaking so familiar from Hollywood drawing room dramas and comedies involving the upper class.
The unifying theme of the movie is anal sex, surprising because in porn that "gimmick" is usually telegraphed crudely by dumb titles punning on "ass", "backdoor", "rear", etc. Taking off instead on the title of the Agatha Christie courtroom suspenser, immortalized on screen by Billy Wilder, is solid misdirection.
An impressive femme cast of eight deliver 10, count 'em, 10 anal sex scenes, I guess an achievement in its own right. Leading the pack is Nikki Sinn, famed for same in her career, cast as Dough's wife. She has to put up with his infidelities, but certainly gets plenty of sex on her own. The other characters are rather stock, including Sahara Sands as the maid and Joey Silvera as the butler. Joey has some memorable ad libs and is perfectly suited to the combination of hamminess and silliness encouraged by director Spinelli.
There is a murder, and it's solved by detective Sean Michaels, who gathers together the cast to identify the murderer at the stroke of midnight, a convention so common to these stories. At this point the screen goes all fuzzy with static, like the effect when broadcast TV stations would go off the air at night.
Suddenly we realize we've been watching a couple watching a porn movie on VHS, and Steve Hatcher complains that his $1,000 VCR player (wow, how's that for deflation?) destroyed the VHS tape, and he'll never know whodunnit. Chanel is watching with him and while each votes for who they thought was the murderer (Hatcher opting for Nigel the butler -played by Silvera, and Chanel picking a character named Sir John Owensmouth, played by Hatcher in a dual role), they are content to have sex to end the evening, anal sex of course.