Sophisticated Lady

Early porn of the one-day-wonder fame plays as crude and amateurish, but this professional production during the VHS era seems even worse, as if filmmaker Jack Stephen is clueless. Watching it is a tedious exercise.

There's no music at all, adding to the dullness and indicating why that cheesy music of a bad porno film is there -it helps move things along usually. The dull pauses between dialogue delivery by stars North and Silvera are obviously poor and should have been corrected (do-overs).

What passes for a basic story gimmick is Joey Silvera appearing magically next to the bed where married couple Zara Whites and Peter North are sleeping. He engages Peter in a ridiculous conversation consisting of preposterously stupid non sequiturs, such as wondering if the Cleveland Indians might win the pennant or small talk about the weather.

Joey keeps insisting to Peter: "I am you", repeated enough to resemble a bad Abbott & Costello imitation. Apparently North is dreaming, and because there's endless sex, it's a pleasant erotic dream. Supposedly alter ego Silvera is presenting him with fantasy fullfillments, like watching his wife make love to a woman (Alicyn Sterling) or having sex with women he's met. Eventually there's group sex.

It's all so awkwardly presented and utterly pointless as to make one wonder: "why so bad?". This goes way, way beyond mediocrity, more like unreleasable footage, not a movie.