An erotic tale that follows three high-class escort girls that exhibit and unleash their desires, pe...
An erotic tale that follows three high-class escort girls that exhibit and unleash their desires, pervert games and most intimate fantasies. The most famous Herve in film or TV history has to be that little guy Villechaize of "Fantasy Island' fame. But far more prolific is French helmer Herve Bodilis, a man who has helmed hundreds of video features for Marc Dorcel over the past couple of decades, this being a typically clunky one.
In the "Making of" short subject Bodilis introduces this as a new series spotlighting talented actresses portraying real-life anecdotes from call girls. Call them that, or escorts, but it's just good old prostitution as subject matter, nothing new to the venerable Dorcel canon.
I was taken aback by several klutzy occurrences, beginning with the titling and packaging focused on brand-new Dorcel superstar Ines Lenvin, 27 years old but his new sweet young thing (following in the footsteps of latterly overexposed Lola Reve). Unfortunately, co-star Kimber Delice gets top billing in both opening and closing credits, not Ines. More alarming, Ines is stuck with the contradictory format in which she, Kimber and lovely jail-bait newcomer Luna Rival each are interviewed with their names as if they were the real-life escorts. Yet in a later segment, Ines is named Marie, as an escort who introduces Kimber to the business, all very confusing and sloppy.
What Bodilis delivers is a series of sex vignettes involving prostitutes, with the pretense of story and a wrapraound series format token at best. It's pointless and just a fetish display, as the lovely actresses model sexy undergarments, hose and shoes, and get humped with many a condom in sight. Superstar Claire Castel, who gushes in the idiotic (and patently b.s.-laden) "Making of" that she will only work for Herve, is tossed into the mix to provide anal sex, and not even given a character (no interview for her) to play. Rachel Adjani (thanks for taking decades to ripoff that mainstream superstar's surname, quoth I who actually met the real lady 30 years back at the Russian Tea Room here in Manhattan no less), is another pretty starlet wasted.
