2 November 2016 | lor_
Pointless but bountiful Bluebird nonsense
Those were the days, when Bluebird Films could hire a vast group of ladies (which they called Glambirds) to parade around and have sex with each other, no plot necessary. This showcase to Gemma Massey should not exist, but because it does I will watch it -like any red-blooded Bluebird fancier.
Slim hook is that Gemma inherits an aristocratic title, and the newly-minted Lady is the center of attention among her lady friends. Each stupid scene (Bluebird doles out its usual ration of 6 vignettes) has her up to something, for example applying for a coat of arms from a lady functionary, cuing a foursome. Bluebird's usual regimen has about half of the women getting down to XXX sex, while the others hang around looking pretty.
Dialog is improvised and the absence of content an end in itself. Many big names on the Brit Porn scene show up, but their assignments seem random, making this more of a "oh, there she is!" game for the fans rather than satisfying entertainment.