Current practice of showcasing big names doing specialty sex ("First IR", "First Anal", "First Gang-Bang") epitomizes this unwise Ava Addams vehicle, frittering away a lot of goodwill the gal has amassed through fine performances and characterizations. She's merely a generic sex object here - clearly the way idiots out there want their porn in these benighted times.
The guy calling himself MimeFreak is pretty proud of himself for talking Ava into this. She introduces each vignette seated topless (or sometimes just overdoing the cleavage) at a black jack table with tons of chips in front of her. Back in the '60s soft-core porn would gives us plenty of Vegas atmosphere -and guess what, decades later that sort of "you are there" atmosphere gives those old films nostalgia and time capsule value long after the wimpy sex has faded.
But not here - all we get is the "I can do it, I can really do it!" spectacle of talented Ava diving for the gutter with whimsically topical sex acts for Pavlovian fans to gawk at. See James Deen put it in her posterior! See Ava treat lovely Summer Brielle and an enlarged-bosoms Vicki Chase (I preferred the old Vicki) like a meanie in BDSM lite action; see Ava service veteran Sean Michaels, long in the tooth and long in the dick; and finally see Ava imitate her role model Lisa Ann by humping 4 studs including, of course, a couple of Black ones.
To call this pointless drivel is wasting my breath (or keystrokes). I like Ava and I like many of her co-stars, with the exception of porn's most overrated (by 1000 miles) performer Mr. Deen. But even as a stop-gap, is this gonzo crap the way to compete with the amateur gonzo crap that has infested Adult Entertainment recently like a wave of kudzu? No, casting Ava in riveting dramatic roles with explicit sex as she essayed on her way to building that loyal MILF-loving following is the answer. The folks at ArchAngel including "MimeFreak" wouldn't know how to make a real porn film if their lives depended on it.
The guy calling himself MimeFreak is pretty proud of himself for talking Ava into this. She introduces each vignette seated topless (or sometimes just overdoing the cleavage) at a black jack table with tons of chips in front of her. Back in the '60s soft-core porn would gives us plenty of Vegas atmosphere -and guess what, decades later that sort of "you are there" atmosphere gives those old films nostalgia and time capsule value long after the wimpy sex has faded.
But not here - all we get is the "I can do it, I can really do it!" spectacle of talented Ava diving for the gutter with whimsically topical sex acts for Pavlovian fans to gawk at. See James Deen put it in her posterior! See Ava treat lovely Summer Brielle and an enlarged-bosoms Vicki Chase (I preferred the old Vicki) like a meanie in BDSM lite action; see Ava service veteran Sean Michaels, long in the tooth and long in the dick; and finally see Ava imitate her role model Lisa Ann by humping 4 studs including, of course, a couple of Black ones.
To call this pointless drivel is wasting my breath (or keystrokes). I like Ava and I like many of her co-stars, with the exception of porn's most overrated (by 1000 miles) performer Mr. Deen. But even as a stop-gap, is this gonzo crap the way to compete with the amateur gonzo crap that has infested Adult Entertainment recently like a wave of kudzu? No, casting Ava in riveting dramatic roles with explicit sex as she essayed on her way to building that loyal MILF-loving following is the answer. The folks at ArchAngel including "MimeFreak" wouldn't know how to make a real porn film if their lives depended on it.