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  • Warning: Spoilers
    Paul Thomas signed his name to "The Wrong Girl", an extremely poor Vivid release which deserved one of his oddball noms de porn instead. Scriptwriter David Stanley over-complicates a stupid story line with predictably crummy results.

    One problem is contract star Sunrise Adams herself. She's a sexy performer but can't act, so is little help to a story involving a maniacal femme lead. Thomas and Stanley paint around this by having innumerably pointless flashbacks in an unwieldy structure that constantly calls into question the reliability of the narrator. In novels this is a powerful device, but in a porno film it merely underlines the pointlessness of the story being told, encouraging the viewer to take the easy default position (now almost universal in Adult Entertainment land) of ignoring the story and fast-forwarding to sex only.

    Tommy Gunn and Evan Stone play two roommates, buddies for 15 years, who become involved with the same femme fatale Maria, played by Sunrise Adams. Tommy shows up at her apartment to give her an engagement ring but finds her having sex with Eric Masterson. This early scene is related only in flashback by Tommy to Evan, and is immediately suspect as to what really happened (as are all the following scenes). Thomas uses the device of a sudden whiteout/dissolve to indicate each possibly fake flashback. It's annoying by film's end.

    Stone decides to help his buddy by stepping in and ruining Adams' life in revenge. Resulting entanglement with the girl is unbelievable, mainly on purpose because the audience isn't supposed to believe anything we see.

    Most absurd scene is Evan getting married outdoors to Sunrise, with a hokey ceremony and everyone wearing Hawaiian leis for no reason. By this time I knew it was fake on purpose, but that doesn't help having to sit through meaningless garbage. On cue Evan tells Sunrise off, calls off the marriage and instead goes upstairs and humps beautiful Trinity who was standing next to him.

    Other scenes, including the opening sex flashback of Sunrise and Eric are replayed with alternate content, as Evan and Tommy eventually come clean with each other about what really happened. Along the way their is a mysterious maid in the hallway outside Sunrise's apartment (her breasts hanging out literally from her skimpy fetish-maid costume), and eventually she gets to hump Evan for $100 in a scene that upstages Sunrise and proves that Jennifer Luv as the maid is far sexier.


    Ludicrous twist in Stanley's script, typical of his gimmicky stories cranked out for Vivid a decade back at the peak of his career, has Eric at a bar handing Evan lots of lame-duck exposition as to Sunrise's true background, and Evan finding his pal Tommy chopped in pieces (some brief but fun gore) in Sunrise's bed. Desultory coda has Evan packing up Tommy's belongings (poorly staged so it seems all he owns are throwaway magazines) to be shipped back to his parents.

    A very poor film indeed, with the males doing all the acting and the women strictly sex objects. As if that weren't enough, Stanley includes several misogynistic speeches for Evan to recite. I have always enjoyed assembly-line Hollywood factory films, dating back to the '30s and continuing into the Adult era, but this half-hearted effort betrays the strengths of unpretentious Bs by hoking everything up miserably.