It's not a bad thing, but Kay Brandt's Adam & Eve romantic movie "She Delivers" is relentlessly chipper and pleasant to the point of Pollyanna time. Running nearly 3 hours long, it cries out for more drama and conflict to retain the viewer's interest and involvement, and suffers from failure to resolve numerous plot threads, settling for a sudden ending, the flip side of that notorious "Sopranos" finale.
Newcomer Destiny Cruz stars as a young woman starting over in a new town after breaking up with husband Codey Steele. Film opens with a lengthy "romantic bliss" segment of Codey proposing marriage and then having premarital sex with her when she takes his ring and says yes. But it's revealed to be either a flashback or just an erotic dream by Destiny, as she's onto the next phase of her life, awaiting the divorce papers after he allegedly cheated on her.
Cruz, working from her new home, has set up a one-woman catering business, and we see her meteoric success in just a month or so, acquiring clients who rave about her work. Vignette structure provides four lengthy sex scenes involving Cruz and her customers, plus time for two solo Destiny masturbation scenes -latter shot in softcore mode. One can infer that auteur Brandt shot enough dialogue and softcore sex footage to provide a feature-length soft version suitable for Pay-Cable distribution, beyond the shrinking XXX DVD/VOD market.
Like the movie itself, starlet Cruz is a pleasant performer, unlikely to achieve superstardom against so many competitors aiming to become the next Riley Reid, Keisha Grey or Gabbie Carter. Supporting cast provides adequate XXX content, including another marriage proposal/sex scene, but of a Sapphic nature, as "older woman" client Jamie Michelle pops the question to marry her lover Eliza Eves at a private dinner catered by Cruz; Robby Echo impressing his bosomy girlfriend Sofi Ryan with a Destiny-prepared meal; and client Emma Hix (styled quite glamorously to briefly upstage our star) having sex with her silent hubby Ryan McLane after a Cruz-catered party attended by Destiny and extras including London River.
Red herrings include her husband Codey phoning to apologize mid-movie, but cut off by a still-angry Cruz: it seemed obvious that in rom-com tradition this was a set-up to yield perhaps a reconciliation and happy ending (including more Cruz/Steele sex), but his character is dropped right there. Similarly, satisfied customer Robby has an erotic daydream of Destiny doing a striptease for him wearing sexy lingerie, after he hires her to prepare daily lunches for him, but he too disappears from the show.
Instead the final scene is out of left field, as a new character played by Natasha Nice is introduecd in a tizzy, getting cold feet on a blind date. She leaves Cruz literally holding the bag, as Destiny stands there with pans containing dinner as Nice rushes out to take a long walk, leaving Cruz to greet and entertain the date (played by bald Black actor stage-named Thrill) in her absence, leading to a sudden, unsatisfying open ending.
Yes, the character Maya played by Destiny Cruz is open to new beaux and an instant success on her own -hooray! But it's not very interesting or believable apart from seeming like a potential case of that dreaded movie disease: sequelitis.
Newcomer Destiny Cruz stars as a young woman starting over in a new town after breaking up with husband Codey Steele. Film opens with a lengthy "romantic bliss" segment of Codey proposing marriage and then having premarital sex with her when she takes his ring and says yes. But it's revealed to be either a flashback or just an erotic dream by Destiny, as she's onto the next phase of her life, awaiting the divorce papers after he allegedly cheated on her.
Cruz, working from her new home, has set up a one-woman catering business, and we see her meteoric success in just a month or so, acquiring clients who rave about her work. Vignette structure provides four lengthy sex scenes involving Cruz and her customers, plus time for two solo Destiny masturbation scenes -latter shot in softcore mode. One can infer that auteur Brandt shot enough dialogue and softcore sex footage to provide a feature-length soft version suitable for Pay-Cable distribution, beyond the shrinking XXX DVD/VOD market.
Like the movie itself, starlet Cruz is a pleasant performer, unlikely to achieve superstardom against so many competitors aiming to become the next Riley Reid, Keisha Grey or Gabbie Carter. Supporting cast provides adequate XXX content, including another marriage proposal/sex scene, but of a Sapphic nature, as "older woman" client Jamie Michelle pops the question to marry her lover Eliza Eves at a private dinner catered by Cruz; Robby Echo impressing his bosomy girlfriend Sofi Ryan with a Destiny-prepared meal; and client Emma Hix (styled quite glamorously to briefly upstage our star) having sex with her silent hubby Ryan McLane after a Cruz-catered party attended by Destiny and extras including London River.
Red herrings include her husband Codey phoning to apologize mid-movie, but cut off by a still-angry Cruz: it seemed obvious that in rom-com tradition this was a set-up to yield perhaps a reconciliation and happy ending (including more Cruz/Steele sex), but his character is dropped right there. Similarly, satisfied customer Robby has an erotic daydream of Destiny doing a striptease for him wearing sexy lingerie, after he hires her to prepare daily lunches for him, but he too disappears from the show.
Instead the final scene is out of left field, as a new character played by Natasha Nice is introduecd in a tizzy, getting cold feet on a blind date. She leaves Cruz literally holding the bag, as Destiny stands there with pans containing dinner as Nice rushes out to take a long walk, leaving Cruz to greet and entertain the date (played by bald Black actor stage-named Thrill) in her absence, leading to a sudden, unsatisfying open ending.
Yes, the character Maya played by Destiny Cruz is open to new beaux and an instant success on her own -hooray! But it's not very interesting or believable apart from seeming like a potential case of that dreaded movie disease: sequelitis.