Big Bottom Sadie

Big Bottom Sadie, the new Patrick Collins picture and the purported "Biggest Feature In Elegant Angel History," certainly succeeds on some basic level. Most of the performances are impressive, and the photography is quite good. Even the dialogue has a certain rough appeal.

However, the storyline itself (a frigid young woman goes into therapy and becomes a nymphomaniac) holds the movie to a rather limited scope, making the build-up to a few scenes seem somewhat forced and awkward. For instance: Patients in group therapy for sex addiction tell their stories, and each story becomes a sex scene, but the concepts for their exploits translate poorly to the standard porno conventions. One woman's hitch-hiking adventure is summed up in a threesome on a pool table. What does pool have to do with hitch-hiking? Wouldn't a car have worked better? It isn't that there was anything wrong with the scene itself, but it simply doesn't fit into its place in the script. The pool table is fine, but only if you leave out the whole hitch-hiking idea.

Collins and Cypher also try to fit in as much "light kink" as they can. This results in an auto-erotic asphyxiation incident, which the heroine refers to as "auto erotica." That sort of leaves out the whole choking thing, doesn't it? Misinformation is usually not something you have to worry about in a porno. The later B&D scene (referred to as "bondage class," which reminds me of the fisting jokes in The Notorious C.H.O.) seems a little out of place, and I'll be honest: I thought it was kind of gross.

Don't get me wrong. It isn't a bad movie. It's just a little flawed.

One more thing. I know it's been said before, but doesn't it seem like group therapy isn't really the right treatment for sex addiction?

Patrick Collins has cranked out over a 1000 videos over the years, all gonzo porn, but scored an overrated Feature hit in 1997 with "Miscreants". "Big Bottom Sadie" (no, she doesn't classify for the keyword big-butt) is a hyped successor sold as the label's "biggest feature" but is merely over a dozen gonzo sex scenes haphazardly strung together with a paper-thin story premise. Many of them are just thrown in as XXX padding.

Sadie is hardly even a character, merely a blonde roommate to superstar Jenna Haze. Jenna is constantly masturbating, usually with her trusty vibrator, the footage interspersed between endless sexual flashbacks.

She's being treated by quack Herschel Savage with his trusty assistant Katie Morgan, and scenes revolve around a group therapy session Jenna attends. Her voice-over narration is the entire story, a lame excuse for showing us the participants' sex stories.

Producer/director/co-writer Collins has zero ability at storytelling, as nothing happens other than current and past sex on the level of stag loops. Jenna was the supreme starlet of her era but becomes tiresome here, so badly directed and repetitive are her scenes.

Catalogue of kink and sex is tossed in, including redundant scenes of sex in a public bathroom including glory hole action; BDSM lite supervised by Ernest Greene, with flogging, nipple clamps, suspension, etc.; a tease of choking as well as auto asphyxiation; gang-bangs; and even corny stuff like sex-on-a-pooltable. Ultimately the big scene is Jenna having sex with Sadie (latter played unimpressively by Olivia Saint).