Tight (2011– ) User Reviews

Entertainingly silly rock doc with plenty of T&A

[MetalGeek · 6/10 · 5 March 2017]

Adult movie stars Bree Olson and Monica Mayhem have come up with a brilliant "legit" business idea: they recruit several of their fellow X- film starlets to form an all-girl, all-porn-star rock band (with Monica on vocals and Bree as manager), then they hit the road for what proves to be a problem-plagued U.S. tour. As it turns out, their front woman's last name is very apropos to describe what follows, as egos, alcohol, and a pronounced lack of musical talent eventually takes its toll on the hastily created group.

This documentary was boiled down from an 13-episode Playboy TV reality series, which explains why some scenes are quite obviously"staged" for the camera. Still, aside from some choice T&A bits (which are naturally unavoidable to the participants'....errr... day jobs), "Tight" is not all that different from the shenanigans you'd see in any typical rock documentary (band rehearsals, poorly attended gigs in crappy venues, disinterested record label scouts, band members getting drunk and arguing) except that the participants here are better looking than usual and barely dressed.

"Tight" is entertainingly silly stuff but it's not exactly a shock when the end credits reveal that the "band" split up at the end of their tour.

Entertaining documentary about a very unlikely rock group

[Woodyanders · 8/10 · 26 November 2012]

Hardcore cinema starlet Bree Olson has the million dollar idea of forming a rock group made up of four fellow porn actresses: Down-to-earth 30-ish veteran Monica Mayhem as the lead singer, sweet, but no-nonsense Alicia Andrews on drums, adorable, yet arrogant and immature Layla Labelle playing guitar, and brash Tuesday Cross handling the bass. What could possibly go wrong? Well, just about everything. For starters, Olson lets her creepy geek cousin Joel Kane be the band's assistant manager -- and he turns out to be a total incompetent. Moreover, the band isn't given nearly enough rehearsal time to get their act completely together. When they run low on funds in the middle of their ramshackle tour, the gals resort to stripping and doing porn shoots in order to raise the necessary cash to keep themselves afloat. The places they perform live at turn out to be sleazy dives (they do one gig at a karaoke bar with no stage!). Naturally, the radically contrasting personalities of the band members lead to inevitable clashes, with Alicia and Layla practically at each other's throats towards the end of the tour. Tuesday's problems with alcohol don't help matters any. All difficulties aside, the ladies make for a surprisingly solid and competent group with a cool bluesy rock sound (their signature tune "Yellow Line Fever" has a nice stomping beat to it). Plus, the band have sex with a few lucky audience members who are the recipients of the special golden condom giveaway. Naturally, there's a generous sprinkling of yummy female nudity throughout. Yep, this documentary is every bit as funny, surreal, and enjoyable as the loopy premise suggests, which means that fans of porn and/or rock should get a big kick out of it.