DVD Review: “Dirty Movie”

Remember Taco's version of "Puttin' on the Ritz"? It was slightly better than VCA's Roaring Twenties flashback film "Dirty Movie".

Read our review after the gap. - G. Ponante

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Studio: VCA
Director: Barry Wood
Cast: Katie Morgan, Hillary Scott, Sandra Romain, Samantha Ryan, Sammie Rhodes, Evan Stone, Kurt Lockwood, Tommy Gunn

Review by Gram Ponante

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Evan Stone inherits his grandfather's house when the mysterious old man dies, finding a projector stocked with Jazz Age dirty movies. He falls in love with one of the celluloid heroines (Katie Morgan), much to the consternation of his girlfriend, played by Hillary Scott.

"Are you actually getting turned on by that old woman?" Scott asks. "You have the real thing right here!"

There's something about what cable markets will buy—and the product that is generated for them—that makes content of this type unwatchable. Normally Evan Stone is allowed to be a ham (see "Pirates"), and normally Hillary Scott doesn't really have to talk. Both virtues are denied to them here as they are forced through dialogue that is wooden even for porn, and with a canned soundtrack reminiscent of a video game I would never finish.

Director Barry Wood frames some of the first sex scene between Stone and Scott through the takeup reel of the projector, and Scott's yelling is probably overcompensation for the hurt and jealousy she must be feeling. It is important to know that the old woman to whom Scott referred wasn't old on screen; Scott was merely projecting the superannuation we all feel at times like these.

Scott leaves Stone alone in the "creepy" house (maybe it was creepy in the script—but it's actually a very nice house, though grandfather's "basement" is several miles away in Los Angeles). He immediately fires up the projector again. Scott conveniently calls and breaks up with him. She was cramping his style anyway. Meanwhile, Katie Morgan and Sammie Rhodes slake their flapper passion onscreen.

Stone is on a quest. He tracks down the grandson of the moviemaker (I thought his grandfather was the movie maker, but I guess Stone's granddad was just a connoisseur), Kurt Lockwood, who is a sleazeball porn director himself. Lockwood explains that his grandfather burned all the copies of his films except the one Stone now has in his hand. Then Lockwood goes off to fuck Samantha Ryan, who is credited as Samantha Ryder.

Back at his grandfather's house, Katie Morgan comes out of the screen to service Evan Stone. It's like "The Ring" with scarier music. Though she is dressed like Daisy Buchanan, Morgan's pubic area is shaved in a decidedly un-Gatsby fashion. Post load-blow, Stone wakes from his reverie and we are treated to a long sequence of him rethreading the projector.

It turns out the film is cursed, godammit. Morgan is like a black widow drawing everyone in to her filmic lair: Grandpa's there, the old porn director is there, and now Stone has been snagged, too. Best buddy Tommy Gunn comes by the house looking for Stone, who hasn't been seen in weeks. Luckily Gunn has brought Sandra Romain along. Though they hardly speak the same language, they know how vitally important it is to fuck in the projection room, which they do.

Romain is European, so she knows better than to engage the spirits lurking in the film can. As the scene fades, however, Gunn turns the projector on. Oh, snap!

A little attention to detail might have helped this movie, because the art deco font used for the credits just wasn't enough. Obviously there was a script, and there was a great deal of dialogue. Perhaps a P.A. might have been dispatched, then, to get a period hat for the old guys captured in Morgan's web. Perhaps Morgan's 80-year-old character might have said "Hie thee to my grotto!" or whatever Coolidge-era people said rather than "Fuck my tight pussy."

Ah well. The movie has girls having sex in it. Maybe that's all that matters.

· VCA (vcapix.com)

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