This notoriously poor porn video is a prime example of what is wrong with the all-sex mentality that dominated porn, both among fans and so-called critics. Here is a movie exploiting the audience interest in watching anal sex, but the pornographers elected to use old footage and insert shots to simulate anal-sex scenes (in which the live-action players were just pretending), and the audience is outraged at the fakery. That's the result of just a literal dedication to watching "real sex acts" documented on film or video. Entertainment generally relies upon acting, pretending, as well as special effects to create, rather than just turning on a camera and processing the result.
Once you get over the fake-anal content (which is real close-ups of XXX anal-sex, just not involving the players shown in medium and long shots), you're left with a stupid, poorly done video anyway. Quite a deadly combination.
Premise is that Joey Silvera and Robert Bullock are lazybones, who have (simulated) anal sex with their girlfriends Fallon and Frankie Leigh. Fallon suggests that the boys get a job as sex instructors specializing in teaching folks how to properly have anal sex. What an inspired idea! This is how Joey & Robert form the A Team.
First customer is Nina Hartley (befroe breast-expanson). She's surprised that two of them show up, but of course that is to deliver double-penetration to her. The old-footage insert shots make the simulated action look real. Unfortunately her husband (crew member Drew Roberson pressed into service) catches them and shoots them to death.
Joey and Robert return as ghosts and are as lazy as before, No one can see them, and they fill up the living room with garbage as they sit around all day drinking beer, eating pizza and littering with newspapers.
Famed cameraman Barry Wood shows up as a realtor, trying to sell the home to Mike Horner and Trinity Loren. The ghosts are still there but so is the mess they've made, but Wood manages to sell the couple the place anyway, as is. Sort of ironically, Horner gets to have faked anal sex with the ghosts' former girlfriends Fallon and Frankie Leigh as the boys are powerless to intervene, sort of a ghostly cuckolding. Stupid finale has the girls planning to have Horner become a one-man A team.
It the very close-ups of sex, including anal (and lately of fake, dripping creampies) were not the be-all and end-all of both pornographers and their consumer audience, this sort of idiocy would not occur. Instead of eroticism, which Adult Cinema was working on four decades ago, this is the mess resulting from such a literal emphasis on explicitness. Other than one element within the action films of Tom Cruise, where his actual self-execution of dangerous stunts is generously rewarded, mainstream cinema has come to terms with make-believe unlike the world of Moving Pictures Porn. An illustration of this problem is shown in IMDb's demarcation between Adult content (= hardcore XXX porn) and simulated sex porn (merged with mainstream cinema). The Genre category should be Erotica, which could then encompass both types of porn, some artistic, most not, dealing with human sexuality.
Once you get over the fake-anal content (which is real close-ups of XXX anal-sex, just not involving the players shown in medium and long shots), you're left with a stupid, poorly done video anyway. Quite a deadly combination.
Premise is that Joey Silvera and Robert Bullock are lazybones, who have (simulated) anal sex with their girlfriends Fallon and Frankie Leigh. Fallon suggests that the boys get a job as sex instructors specializing in teaching folks how to properly have anal sex. What an inspired idea! This is how Joey & Robert form the A Team.
First customer is Nina Hartley (befroe breast-expanson). She's surprised that two of them show up, but of course that is to deliver double-penetration to her. The old-footage insert shots make the simulated action look real. Unfortunately her husband (crew member Drew Roberson pressed into service) catches them and shoots them to death.
Joey and Robert return as ghosts and are as lazy as before, No one can see them, and they fill up the living room with garbage as they sit around all day drinking beer, eating pizza and littering with newspapers.
Famed cameraman Barry Wood shows up as a realtor, trying to sell the home to Mike Horner and Trinity Loren. The ghosts are still there but so is the mess they've made, but Wood manages to sell the couple the place anyway, as is. Sort of ironically, Horner gets to have faked anal sex with the ghosts' former girlfriends Fallon and Frankie Leigh as the boys are powerless to intervene, sort of a ghostly cuckolding. Stupid finale has the girls planning to have Horner become a one-man A team.
It the very close-ups of sex, including anal (and lately of fake, dripping creampies) were not the be-all and end-all of both pornographers and their consumer audience, this sort of idiocy would not occur. Instead of eroticism, which Adult Cinema was working on four decades ago, this is the mess resulting from such a literal emphasis on explicitness. Other than one element within the action films of Tom Cruise, where his actual self-execution of dangerous stunts is generously rewarded, mainstream cinema has come to terms with make-believe unlike the world of Moving Pictures Porn. An illustration of this problem is shown in IMDb's demarcation between Adult content (= hardcore XXX porn) and simulated sex porn (merged with mainstream cinema). The Genre category should be Erotica, which could then encompass both types of porn, some artistic, most not, dealing with human sexuality.