Jodi West has her own vanity production operation in Florida, attracting top femme talent to her supposedly "taboo subjects" videos. Other than an off-color video about sex with a pregnant girl, these are rather tame crypto-incest exercises involving step-moms and the like, amateurishly shot.
This one has some interesting talent, but is sunk by her hiring local guys who have zilch to offer. It's rather embarrassing, but evidently Jodi has amassed a following who find her stuff some sort of guilty pleasure, or maybe they're just masochists exercising their right to sit through drek.
The great Jodi herself takes center stage for a vignette in which her verbal exposition typically lampoons sentimentality. She's headed for a funeral of a friend who was run over by a school bus. West takes out her grief by seducing her 18- year-old step-son; note how carefully the letter of the law is observed here- 18 is old enough and step is far away enough to miss out on incest. But as the boiler-plate WARNING before the opening credit tells us, the viewer of this trash is permitted to fantasize whatever he (or she) wants to concerning the relationships of the characters depicted -the filmmakers are absolved of all responsibility. I don't mind them copping out on the incest, but I do mind them copping out on delivering an interesting, quality product, way beyond Jodi's abilities.
The improvised dialog is terrible: Jodi and her better half Jay West take only a credit for "storyline", not an actual script. The 3 male actors here cannot do anything but hump, and a favorite of Jodi's, "T Stone" is very hard to take -sort of porn's equivalent to Pauly Shore. He plays two separate step-sons in two separate families, not conducive to even momentary creidibility while watchingl
It's all a waste of the talent of first-rank MILF actresses Cherie DeVille and Amber Lynn Bach, as well as a new one on me, the built-like-a-brick-sh*thouse Alexis Fawx. Ms. Fawx is a local girl, cranking out junkers for the Bang Bros. as fast as those amateur kings can shoot 'em, but I see she is headed for the big time, recently appearing on new MILF releases from Elegant Angel and Jules Jordan, perhaps waving goodbye to the Florida bush leagues.
This one has some interesting talent, but is sunk by her hiring local guys who have zilch to offer. It's rather embarrassing, but evidently Jodi has amassed a following who find her stuff some sort of guilty pleasure, or maybe they're just masochists exercising their right to sit through drek.
The great Jodi herself takes center stage for a vignette in which her verbal exposition typically lampoons sentimentality. She's headed for a funeral of a friend who was run over by a school bus. West takes out her grief by seducing her 18- year-old step-son; note how carefully the letter of the law is observed here- 18 is old enough and step is far away enough to miss out on incest. But as the boiler-plate WARNING before the opening credit tells us, the viewer of this trash is permitted to fantasize whatever he (or she) wants to concerning the relationships of the characters depicted -the filmmakers are absolved of all responsibility. I don't mind them copping out on the incest, but I do mind them copping out on delivering an interesting, quality product, way beyond Jodi's abilities.
The improvised dialog is terrible: Jodi and her better half Jay West take only a credit for "storyline", not an actual script. The 3 male actors here cannot do anything but hump, and a favorite of Jodi's, "T Stone" is very hard to take -sort of porn's equivalent to Pauly Shore. He plays two separate step-sons in two separate families, not conducive to even momentary creidibility while watchingl
It's all a waste of the talent of first-rank MILF actresses Cherie DeVille and Amber Lynn Bach, as well as a new one on me, the built-like-a-brick-sh*thouse Alexis Fawx. Ms. Fawx is a local girl, cranking out junkers for the Bang Bros. as fast as those amateur kings can shoot 'em, but I see she is headed for the big time, recently appearing on new MILF releases from Elegant Angel and Jules Jordan, perhaps waving goodbye to the Florida bush leagues.