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X opens with a young couple having it off in front of a group of middle-aged, upper class women. This gives the impression that we're in for some sort of erotic extravaganza, but hold on...

We are then introduced to two prostitutes, Holly (Viva Bianca), a high-priced call girl, and Shay (Hanna Mangan Lawrence), who is a street walker. Holly and Shay cross paths when their lives become overly complicated in different ways.

It just so happens that Holly needs a third participant for a scheduled threesome, and Shay takes her up on it. Unfortunately, their client isn't just another John, and something happens that results in murder, sending Holly and Shay on the run.

X is less of an "erotic thriller" and more of a straight thriller with prostitutes as its protagonists. As such, it's a head-first dive into the darker side of life. It's not altogether clear if Holly or Shay will survive their ordeal. Don't expect them to be hand-wringing pushovers, though. These are tough women with brains.

X is not at all what was expected, and that's a good thing...

Holly (Viva Bianca) is a call girl who is in her last night job before she's going to quit and start a new life in France with her obsessive client.

Shay (Hanna Mangan Lawrence), a 17 year old who had a troubled childhood arrives in Sydney for her first night on the job. She faces the arduous nature of the job (having no money even to eat) - giving handjob to an old man, jealousy of other street hooker and pimps.

Holly and Shay cross paths for a job. When both of them witness a murder by a crooked cop, it turns out to be a cat and mouse chase with unexpected twists.

There's a lot of nudity and sexual acts - including Holly's opening lovemaking scene with a male prostitute before the rich middle aged women. Though one may get the idea even from the movie poster that this is an erotic movie, it is more apt to be tagged as a thriller than an erotica. None of erotic scenes are meant for us to enjoy it because the Director (Jon Hewitt) doesn't wants us to; instead he wants us to concentrate on the hard-hitting storyline.

There is commendable acting by every character involved in this thriller. And cinematography aids us to glue to our seat. This is an exploitation movie in line with Irreversible (2002) with ultra violence and sex abundantly thrown in.

Do not watch this because of the cover. Or rather tone down the expectations you might have seeing that cover. You will be expecting more than you will actually get. Not that there isn't anything to see (that will remind you of that cover), but this is a thriller at heart and you should be looking forward to that aspect of the movie more than anything else.

The actors in this are good enough, the story is trivial, but not anything that will drag you down or make you feel too bad/uncomfortable watching. A nice little b-movie then, that might not be everyones cup of tea, but will please a target audience.

(2011) X THRILLER

Co-produced, co-written and directed by Jon Hewitt that has expensive high end escort Holly Rowe (Viva Bianca) offering decent money to young runaway, rookie hooker. Shay Ryan (Hanna Mangan Lawrence)to join her to entertain a client, only then to witness that same client get executed in cold blood, forcing both of them to go on the run. Shay does however build up a rapport with cabbie, Harry(Eamon Farren). Complicating matters is the fact that the person who is chasing them also happens to be a cop named Bennet (Stephen Phillips).

The escort Holly had two opportunities to take advantage of the situation, and to some frustrates some viewers- one during the time when Bennet stopped her at the hotel and then again with the car, which if people were to watch this would know what I Am talking about.

masquerading as art. This is an okay film. It's nothing great. It's not bad either. There are a few truly beautiful Women in it. Hanna Mangan Lawrence, 19 at the time of filming, shines as the doe eyed country girl, wandering the seedy Australian underbelly found in Sydney's red light districts, like a little lost Bambi. The cliché Babe in the Woods routine, take one.

Here the Woods are filled with hookers, Black pimps, drug addicts, assorted scumbags, low lives and the obligatory lecherous old man to satisfy the feminists pretending not to enjoy all the revealing Female flesh on show.

Hanna Mangan Lawrence does well with a screenplay that is skinnier than Calista Flockhart's chop sticks. The fact that she was directed to be doe eyed throughout the entire film (no character arc to be seen here folks!) does not of course explain why, immediately upon arrival, she is simultaneously savvy enough to start selling her body with the compunction of a seasoned pro. I guess even Bambi had to grow up some time. Of course she is likewise not savvy enough to prevent herself from staying away from trouble. Maybe stay off the streets wasn't in her vocabulary, but then again if she had, the water thin plot would have dissipated quicker than one of Barry Humphrey's farts.

Predictable drama ensues until our doe eyed princess is rescued by her prince charming in the form of a likewise doe eyed taxi driver with a heart of gold. Aw how cute. Average film. Nice flesh. Not crap and not great. Just Meh.