The Naked Truth

I enjoy adding forgotten porn features to IMDb, to extend the website's coverage of Adult Cinema (I personally abhor the specialized sites whose devotion to XXX is literally skin-deep and usually way, way off-base). This Pleasure Productions opus from the turn of this century is enjoyable even while proving to be half-baked.

That's because it was made by Thomas Paine, hardly the patriot of yore but merely a journeyman pornographer whose many VHS era videos for labels like Adam & Eve are generally uninteresting.

This one plays like an amateur night version of Mr. and Mrs. Smith, that Brangelina hit that was hardly worth parodying, given its flippant tone to begin with. Of course, "The Naked Truth" was shot a full six years before "Smith", merely proving the adage that great minds think alike.

Raquel Devine and Chris Cannon are a normal-seeming couple, but just like Brad and Angie we soon find out that they are spies/secret agents, on opposite sides. They've been living together (and humping each other) for a year and a half when both are ordered to kill the other one: Chris by his boss George Kaplan and Raquel by her lesbian confederate Taylor Moore.

Presumably to write anything more might constitute a spoiler, should some reader of this review actually go to the trouble of finding and watching this forgotten artifact, so I will refrain. Along the way to a fairly predictable conclusion, Paine has the temerity to include a completely irrelevant sex scene with Steve Hatcher and Samantha Wood, not bothering to set-up who they are in the show at all.