Sheridan Love is the odd woman out in this typical junker from Jodi West's self-serving vanity label Forbbidden Fruits Films. We have to sit through the usual overwrought "comedy" ad-libbing by Jodi to get to bountiful Sheridan's sex scenes and it's almost worth it.
With plenty of poorly-shot (guerrilla filmmaking lighting is awful) location footage of gals on the loose in Vegas, the story is about a young busty bride Kennedy Leigh who gets cold feet. We never see the groom, and she stands him up at the altar (off-screen), preferring to get down with Sheridan, an old pal from school who once professed she loved Kennedy. Sheridan also beds down with Jodi, the filmmaker's Weinstein-esque prerogative.
There's plenty of shouting and amateur acting as Jodi's troupe goes through their Sapphic paces, and running time is thankfully brief, just like in the old VHS days.
With plenty of poorly-shot (guerrilla filmmaking lighting is awful) location footage of gals on the loose in Vegas, the story is about a young busty bride Kennedy Leigh who gets cold feet. We never see the groom, and she stands him up at the altar (off-screen), preferring to get down with Sheridan, an old pal from school who once professed she loved Kennedy. Sheridan also beds down with Jodi, the filmmaker's Weinstein-esque prerogative.
There's plenty of shouting and amateur acting as Jodi's troupe goes through their Sapphic paces, and running time is thankfully brief, just like in the old VHS days.