Even worse than the miserable Part I of this 3-part saga, "Looking for Freedom" is filmmaking ineptness of breathtaking crappiness. These untalented pornographers even manage to forget how to spell co-auteur Archivald Widwicky Jr.'s dumb stage name, reverting in the end credits to "Archibald Witwicky Jr.", the spelling of the original 19th Century arctic explorer instead.
As with the previous installment, nothing much happens in the 2-1/2- hour-plus part 2, just XXX filler. Opening voice-over narration is misleading, talking of an imprisoned Kathleen in a cage (she never shows up, perhaps her footage saved for the dreaded Part III), and the return of villain Sandor Kalimdor who supposedly has sold his soul for super powers.
Opening shots are a parody of a Leone Western, with closeups of protagonists played by Evan Stone, Ryan Ryder and Rob Diesel, with no dialog and no point. Diesel as the tattooed Native American plays a wooden flute and a chintzy dust storm results. Exit Diesel, this being his entire fleeting non-role in Part II.
Action picks up with Stone as Rendfield, nominal hero who's being sought to save the enslaved populace of the small town of Oaxville under Sandor's iron rule and an army captain played with his natural Scottish brogue by Ryan Ryder, who failed to show up at all, despite his billing, in Part I. They visit Chanel Preston and Ryder's real-life better half Jasmine Jae, the girls fitted out in fancy period costumes. Project's advertised "steam punk" content shows up in a stupid montage of Stone chopping wood while the gals supposedly fabricate a fabulous weapon to present to Evan for fighting the bad guys. But first, a group-sex foursome ensues, hot and heavy mechanical sex by the overworked porn veterans from America and England.
Following Chanel's and Jae's cum-swapping, scene shifts to a nighttime hanging by torchlight, with Sandor officiating. He and the other guys wear masks, all the better to hide the poor post-syncing of English dialog for a largely European cast of this shot-in-Spain stinker. Sandor reads an incriminating letter from Mary Ellen Medfield to Rendfield seeking his aid, and then hangs her, but not to worry: the multi-tasking local crew member Mapi Alvarez will be reincarnated later (out of cheapness) as a Can Can dancer, while serving as the misbegotten film's line producer.
Though Nacho Vidal and his big dick score points in the XXX scenes, he is lousy as a summer-stock version of Darth Vader, amplified breathing a la James Earl Jones into his steam punk mask and using a Vader-esque point of his hand to control victims (and get crummy blurry SPFX from co- director Bobby Peru). He uses this hand-over-matter power to cause saloon owner Anissa Kate to have lesbian sex with her even bustier saloon girl Franceska Jaimes, quickly joined by Vidal for a threesome, heavy on the anal-sex.
The period femme costumes and heavy makeup on Kate and Chanel is perhaps the best stuff in the movie, but the untalented jerks in charge can't resist having the girls dressed in modern stiletto heel shoes, replete with trendy (not invented till the 21st Century) red soles on the shoes in imitation of Christian Louboutin.
A couple of Sandor's henchmen show up for a shootout with the good guys, notable only for the gals Jasmine and Chanel handling guns to help out the cause. But Ryder is killed, to insert a cornball sentimental death scene, and when Evan is finally reminded by Chanel to whip out his new Steampunk weapon, the crummy looking ray gun elicits lousy SPFX and has zero impact, a complete anticlimax. In general the vaunted steam punk aspects of this project are almost nonexistent.
Meanwhile back in the saloon, the 3 dance-hall girls perform a dreadful version of Can Can while piano player performs such crap as "Bicycle Built for Two" and "I've Been Working on the Railroad", hardly the stuff one associates with the usually live French dance. Kate gets angry at a heckler, and her English-language dialog is very poorly post-synced with her lip movements.
Kate humps the sheriff (Max Cortes, who was star of Part I) for no apparent reason, earning an anal cream-pie from him, and the show is heading into its final vignette.
That turns out to be pure filler: Stone fails to show up for a showdown as promised with Sandor (obviously "saved" for Part III) and instead Sandor sheds his clothing and humps femme lead Dahlia Sky, a pretty young blonde with her distinctive shoulder tattoo but who foolishly has dark pubic hair indicating she's a 19th Century bottle blonde. Under his hand-pointing magical influence, after a facial she agrees to going away with him and the end credits roll, leaving the steadfast viewer (if any other than myself actually exist out there in Videoland) hanging as to when and if Part III will ever see the light of day. Hopefully not.
As with the previous installment, nothing much happens in the 2-1/2- hour-plus part 2, just XXX filler. Opening voice-over narration is misleading, talking of an imprisoned Kathleen in a cage (she never shows up, perhaps her footage saved for the dreaded Part III), and the return of villain Sandor Kalimdor who supposedly has sold his soul for super powers.
Opening shots are a parody of a Leone Western, with closeups of protagonists played by Evan Stone, Ryan Ryder and Rob Diesel, with no dialog and no point. Diesel as the tattooed Native American plays a wooden flute and a chintzy dust storm results. Exit Diesel, this being his entire fleeting non-role in Part II.
Action picks up with Stone as Rendfield, nominal hero who's being sought to save the enslaved populace of the small town of Oaxville under Sandor's iron rule and an army captain played with his natural Scottish brogue by Ryan Ryder, who failed to show up at all, despite his billing, in Part I. They visit Chanel Preston and Ryder's real-life better half Jasmine Jae, the girls fitted out in fancy period costumes. Project's advertised "steam punk" content shows up in a stupid montage of Stone chopping wood while the gals supposedly fabricate a fabulous weapon to present to Evan for fighting the bad guys. But first, a group-sex foursome ensues, hot and heavy mechanical sex by the overworked porn veterans from America and England.
Following Chanel's and Jae's cum-swapping, scene shifts to a nighttime hanging by torchlight, with Sandor officiating. He and the other guys wear masks, all the better to hide the poor post-syncing of English dialog for a largely European cast of this shot-in-Spain stinker. Sandor reads an incriminating letter from Mary Ellen Medfield to Rendfield seeking his aid, and then hangs her, but not to worry: the multi-tasking local crew member Mapi Alvarez will be reincarnated later (out of cheapness) as a Can Can dancer, while serving as the misbegotten film's line producer.
Though Nacho Vidal and his big dick score points in the XXX scenes, he is lousy as a summer-stock version of Darth Vader, amplified breathing a la James Earl Jones into his steam punk mask and using a Vader-esque point of his hand to control victims (and get crummy blurry SPFX from co- director Bobby Peru). He uses this hand-over-matter power to cause saloon owner Anissa Kate to have lesbian sex with her even bustier saloon girl Franceska Jaimes, quickly joined by Vidal for a threesome, heavy on the anal-sex.
The period femme costumes and heavy makeup on Kate and Chanel is perhaps the best stuff in the movie, but the untalented jerks in charge can't resist having the girls dressed in modern stiletto heel shoes, replete with trendy (not invented till the 21st Century) red soles on the shoes in imitation of Christian Louboutin.
A couple of Sandor's henchmen show up for a shootout with the good guys, notable only for the gals Jasmine and Chanel handling guns to help out the cause. But Ryder is killed, to insert a cornball sentimental death scene, and when Evan is finally reminded by Chanel to whip out his new Steampunk weapon, the crummy looking ray gun elicits lousy SPFX and has zero impact, a complete anticlimax. In general the vaunted steam punk aspects of this project are almost nonexistent.
Meanwhile back in the saloon, the 3 dance-hall girls perform a dreadful version of Can Can while piano player performs such crap as "Bicycle Built for Two" and "I've Been Working on the Railroad", hardly the stuff one associates with the usually live French dance. Kate gets angry at a heckler, and her English-language dialog is very poorly post-synced with her lip movements.
Kate humps the sheriff (Max Cortes, who was star of Part I) for no apparent reason, earning an anal cream-pie from him, and the show is heading into its final vignette.
That turns out to be pure filler: Stone fails to show up for a showdown as promised with Sandor (obviously "saved" for Part III) and instead Sandor sheds his clothing and humps femme lead Dahlia Sky, a pretty young blonde with her distinctive shoulder tattoo but who foolishly has dark pubic hair indicating she's a 19th Century bottle blonde. Under his hand-pointing magical influence, after a facial she agrees to going away with him and the end credits roll, leaving the steadfast viewer (if any other than myself actually exist out there in Videoland) hanging as to when and if Part III will ever see the light of day. Hopefully not.