Bobby Manila is a prolific pornographer whose work epitomizes the term "hack". I won't have to sit through hundreds of films to come to this conclusion: This 9th volume of an inept series demonstrates it in spades.
My expectations of incest were thwarted -this is merely an oversexed family, not one given to inbreeding. Most of the cast consists of talented performers, but stopping to this sort of junk is par for the course for an active Adult actor.
Parents are Evan Stone and Kendra Lust, surely hall of famers deserving better. He seems to be working on his gallery of Presidential Candidate Parodies, later having given an embarrassing turn as Donald Trump in Hustler's horrible "The Donald", and here playing sort of a crypto Mitt Romney, as a corporate raider who brags about firing people in the most nauseating terms.
He's unfaithful with a cute delivery girl, who he humps in his office while the lunch she delivered him gets cold. This is a distasteful scene in which, perhaps following in the regrettable footsteps of Ron Jeremy, Evan looks overweight and ready for Porno Retirement putting it to poor starlet Jasmine Rain.
In what amounts to a stag movie/burlesque sketch, Kendra, wearing her constant house robe instead of clothing, seduces contractor Erik Everhard who's in her house to give an estimate on redecorating the bedroom.
Mr. Pete, wearing glasses, is cast unbelievably as a college student and Evan's son (Stone apparently 16 years old when the boy was conceived) - Kendra his mommy was only 2 years old in real life when Pete was born -amazing casting! Pete gets tutoring from equally bespectacled teacher Dana DeArmond in a nothing sex scene, quite different from Dana's usually uninhibited and outrageous performing style. Film has a running gag commenting on how huge Dana's breasts are - 100% pointless since she is one of porn's small-size naturals.
Remaining family member is cute Madelyn Monroe, who hooks up with her boss Tommy Gunn in his office where she is interning - Gunn looks uncomfortable in this scene as well he should be.
The unfunny double entendres and boring story are hard to watch, and Manila ends the vanilla exercise with a ridiculous "Isn't life wonderful!" happy ending of the naughty quartet at the dinner table smugly discussing their glorious lifestyle. Perhaps sociologists could view this stinker for its odd commentary on a decadent, porno-obsessed society, as seen from the vantage point of an untalented pornographer.
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