Jonathan Morgan's script dialog has its moments, but this Wicked vehicle for contract star Kirsten Price is a rather flat, uninspired release, lost in the label's voluminous catalog.
The five sex scenes are generally propelled by flashbacks of Price and co-stars recalling their sexual liaisons, while Kirsten frets on her wedding day, having a case of cold feet. Her birdesmaid Samantha Sin is the principal consoler urging her to go through with the marriage, and the movie ends in boring fashion with her consummating the nuptials in bed with groom Chris Cannon.
There's an erotic fantasy scene featuring Sin serviced by Justice Young in an Old West setting, and a miscast Nicole Sheridan as Price's mom (only six years older than Kirsten in real life) recalls having interracial sex with Sean Michaels against a 1970s blaxploitation film backdrop.
Even the priest Randy Spears gets into the action, recalling his definitely non-celibate times before joining the priesthood, humping customer Ann Marie Rios in a strip club where he's sort of a Chippendales type but wearing a silly feminine wig.
