Reviews in IMDb from a decade or more ago of this Wicked release reflect the decline of Adult Cinema from its various glory years to the all-sex gonzo revolution that has fully taken hold. Unlike many of her other fine narrative films, and the usual high quality of Brad Armstrong productions, this is boring wall-to-wall fetish sex and nothing more.
That begs the question: is all-sex all the fans want and all the pornographers are now prepared to deliver. Probably so, but that doesn't justify wasting the talent assembled here (including such greats as Stephanie Swift, Asia Carrera and Sydnee Steele) or the viewer's time.
The seven segments all feature Jenna either dishing out or taking BDSM lite, resembling later Tanya Hyde classics from Britain but minus her employing studs and their dicks, as well as injecting creativity into the mix. All Brad does is garb his cast in standard leather and latex, with fetish boots, extreme corsets and other accoutrements as they finger or dildo each other. One scene even indulges in the "medical instruments" fetish as co-star Nikki Tyler experiences forced gaping with use of a tool resembling a speculum inserted into her posterior.
As much as I love watching Stephanie Swift in action, I didn't appreciate her going through the motions in a lesbian threesome with JJ and Felecia. Similarly, most segments play like lukewarm imitations of the stylish (and also quite dated) work of Andrew Blake in the '90s.
