After the success last year of her bid for crossver recognition with "Teen Lesbian" Bree Mills tries again for respectibility with "True Lesbian", but falls short of the mark.
Though I admire her attempt at real storytelling, this set of three serious, even downbeat vignettes suffers from the same fault common to her thousands of porn scenes: poorly developed scripts. She comes up with an idea but it just lays there, failing to have the necessary dramatic content to be satisfying.
Opener is about two Mormon girls working door-to-door proselytizing as missionaries, who happen to have the love that dare not say its name. Set-up is somber, with fine underplaying by Alina Lopez and Kendra Spade, before a lengthy lesbian sex scene takes over.
No question of the actresses' sexual ability, but tattoos and overly-proficient demonstration of Sapphic sex techique rob the scene of believability. Sad ending is flat and not moving thanks to so little backstory/conflict, anything dramatic.
Second scene plays glibly and is loaded with stereotypes rather than full-blooded characters. We have Jay Taylor as the mousy wife of Donnie Rock, throwing an intimate dinner party for his butch boss Ryan Keely and her gorgeous wife Angela White.
Keely dominates the scene in a larger-than-life performance as Donnie tries to earn his promotion, with Jay his dutiful wife whose cooking meets with approval. Angela and Jay leave the room and have a love-at-first-sight torrid sex scene which runs way too long to be credible considering the spouses waiting in the dining room. I enjoyed the casting of two contrasting big-natural-tits actresses in the lead roles, but the scene goes nowhere.
Final segment undercuts Bree's pitch for sincerity, as it falls dangerously close to the mean-spirited porn that permeates her "Pure Taboo" series. Plain Jane sister Khloe Kapri is dragged along to a pajama party by her sis Mackenzie Moss, and is abused and humiliated by the clique of beautiful, stereotyped "mean girls", inscribing "Lez" in lipstick on her forehead when she conveniently falls asleep during the merrymaking.
One of them, Gia Derza, takes pity and Khloe responds with hot sex to their lesbian interlude in the bathroom. But the vignette ends rather abruptly with maximum negativity -ramming home the too-obvious Bree plea for tolerance with a sledgehammer.
Hopefully some day Ms. Mills will be able to look back on stabs at serious filmmaking like this trio as mere juvenalia compared to more mature dramatic work to come.
Though I admire her attempt at real storytelling, this set of three serious, even downbeat vignettes suffers from the same fault common to her thousands of porn scenes: poorly developed scripts. She comes up with an idea but it just lays there, failing to have the necessary dramatic content to be satisfying.
Opener is about two Mormon girls working door-to-door proselytizing as missionaries, who happen to have the love that dare not say its name. Set-up is somber, with fine underplaying by Alina Lopez and Kendra Spade, before a lengthy lesbian sex scene takes over.
No question of the actresses' sexual ability, but tattoos and overly-proficient demonstration of Sapphic sex techique rob the scene of believability. Sad ending is flat and not moving thanks to so little backstory/conflict, anything dramatic.
Second scene plays glibly and is loaded with stereotypes rather than full-blooded characters. We have Jay Taylor as the mousy wife of Donnie Rock, throwing an intimate dinner party for his butch boss Ryan Keely and her gorgeous wife Angela White.
Keely dominates the scene in a larger-than-life performance as Donnie tries to earn his promotion, with Jay his dutiful wife whose cooking meets with approval. Angela and Jay leave the room and have a love-at-first-sight torrid sex scene which runs way too long to be credible considering the spouses waiting in the dining room. I enjoyed the casting of two contrasting big-natural-tits actresses in the lead roles, but the scene goes nowhere.
Final segment undercuts Bree's pitch for sincerity, as it falls dangerously close to the mean-spirited porn that permeates her "Pure Taboo" series. Plain Jane sister Khloe Kapri is dragged along to a pajama party by her sis Mackenzie Moss, and is abused and humiliated by the clique of beautiful, stereotyped "mean girls", inscribing "Lez" in lipstick on her forehead when she conveniently falls asleep during the merrymaking.
One of them, Gia Derza, takes pity and Khloe responds with hot sex to their lesbian interlude in the bathroom. But the vignette ends rather abruptly with maximum negativity -ramming home the too-obvious Bree plea for tolerance with a sledgehammer.
Hopefully some day Ms. Mills will be able to look back on stabs at serious filmmaking like this trio as mere juvenalia compared to more mature dramatic work to come.