40 ans, ma femme n'a pas de culotte

Released tardily (almost a year late) Stateside, this Marc Dorcel production has British filmmaker Liselle Bailey again providing great style and entertainment in the Romance/Couples genre.

It's mainly in pantomime, with the occasional dialog scene having the vocal sound suppressed as unnecessary. Voice-over narration in the language of one's choice provides a raison d'etre for our heroine Mariska's fetish adventures.

Bailey uses a stalker's eye view camera technique to introduce and later reinforce Mariska's exhibitionist tendencies. As she sums up in a satisfying coda to the film, she gets off giving guys out on the street a glimpse of her nude vagina, with an occasional lucky few treated to so much more. Watching the film is a bit like that classic Sharon Stone scene from "Basic Instinct", only on steroids.

Coddling her and encouraging her in her "lose the panties" obsession is husband Rico Simmons, who doesn't really suffer sharing her with the world, given the quantity of sex he receives along the way. It's all handled with such style and finesse by Bailey that the movie cancelled out about a hundred lousy "hotwifing" epics I've suffered through at the hands of less talented pornographers in recent years.

Liselle has cast a crop of unfamiliar newcomers, all popping up more and more in the Dorcel stable, including a whole new look for Rose Valerie, who I had just enjoyed in her eponymous Dorcel DVD "Rose Valerie, Night Shift Nurse" and in lesser roles Loren Minardi and blonde Amber Jayne. Mariska, who was terrific in Dorcel's "My Father's Secretary" is a mature beauty who I hope will rise to the prominence of say an Anna Polina in the Dorcel universe.