1 July 2019 | lor_
Shoot the casting director
Stormy Daniels delivers one of her innumerable tributes to mainstream Hollywood genres that have become dated or less popular, in this case the wacky teen comedy. Unfortunately, the project is sabotaged by truly awful casting in the main roles, making it a chore to watch.
Principal offender is Tommy Pistol, playing the stereotypical bad-influence uncle, who is called upon by mama Veronica Hart (effective in a brief NonSex acting role) to look after her adult son Rob Carpenter while she's away on a rare weekend vacation.
Pistol takes overacting to a new plateau, throwing in annoying mannerisms and improv that only he could consider to be funny, causing endless trouble for the kid. Making matters worse, he calls in a friend, in what seems like a Bromance, to help out and of course screw things up further. Small Hands plays this guy with the same disturbing abandon as Pistol, and between them they set back the cause of "tattoo normalization" (my term for acceptance of what was once an anti-establishment gesture) a few decades.
Carpenter has to put up with their destructive antics, but the young porn stud is a poor actor, delivering a boring, wooden performance. His leading lady Edyn Blair is also an acquired taste: a redhead with a big butt who verges on plumper status. For sexual diversity we have busty Olivia Austin as a sexy neighbor and Sara Luvv and Casey Calvert as girlfriends. Rob's best friend is played by Jake Taylor/Jace, another poor actor.
Show climaxes in a wild party designed to mess up Veronica's home in the timeless cliche of "while the folks are away" teen comedies. Best thing here, for me at least, is remarkably thorough credits which list all the extras who appeared on screen, rare for Wicked Pictures.