Doing Soft Porn Sundays suggested by readers is always a bit of a challenge. On one hand, occasionally I like the scenes, and it’s always good to add to my (admittedly labyrinthine) knowledge of softcore. On the other, however, I do like the familiarity afforded by actors, writers, directors and series I know. For that reason, when friendly reader SA suggested I do this one (thanks for the recommendation, SA!), I was immediately intrigued.
The reason? Not only am I already aware of the Sex Files series, I am also familiar with some of the names here. Writer Justin Ritter served as production assistant on Emmanuelle in Space and was “second second assistant director” (I’ve never known what that means) on Justine. The cast contains Regina Russell, Nancy O’Brien, Brandy Davis and “good ol’ Jason Schnuit”. It’s even casted by Robert “lots of money but a real dickhead” Lombard and executive produced by an uncredited Alain Siritzky.
This is nice. It’s okay. I’m comfortable with this. I’m home here.
Appearance: Sex Files – Pleasureville (2000)
Characters: Ms. Winters & Ralph Lucky

Like the other flicks in the Sex Files series, a thin plot justifies all the shagging here: a video store is being run by aliens, whose videos brainwash people into having sex with… whoever. It’s not the most involved of storylines, neither is it particularly explained to any great extent quite why they are doing this. Lots of people watch the videos and then have sex and that’s it. That’s pretty much the movie.
Among the milieu of people having random sex we have Ms. Winters (played by von Flotow, credited here as “Michelle Hall”), and Robert Donavan (also a regular) as generic man Ralph Lucky. Lucky (her boss) and Winters are intending to stay “professional”. You know this because Lucky says
How much more professional can we be?
and then proceeds to run the sex tape anyway. A few snatches of repurposed footage from other Sex Files productions happen (seriously, it’s about a second), there’s a gasp, then Winters says, “oh, Mr Lucky”. Mr Lucky responds with “Ms. Winters.” Then they have SEX!!! zOMG I NEVER SAW THAT COMING!!!!!1one

Okay, maybe I skipped a bit. They don’t immediately have sex. They start by kissing and then taking their clothes off (they are both wearing business suits… professional, you see). Winters is wearing a strange and ethically questionable leopard-print bra and knickers combination (I don’t know, but maybe the fact that they match makes it more professional) before delivering…
…what I assume is meant to be a blowjob. Immediately after this is a mix to a scene in which Lucky is still very much wearing shorts. Why he’s wearing shorts under a business suit I have no idea, but that’s okay, because they suddenly and magically vanish the instant he takes off Winters’ underthings. Just as well, really, because she immediately starts riding him.
While doing so she finally takes her bra off. That’s fairly efficient. Professional, in fact.

The cowgirl sex doesn’t really go anywhere, by the way. It lasts for about sixteen seconds before there is an (admittedly clever) transition to missionary sex (filmed as if in one shot – maybe it was…). That doesn’t last too long, either, replaced as it is by Lucky giving her oral sex. At least I think that’s what he’s doing. It’s difficult to tell. That isn’t important, anyway, as they then jump back to missionary sex for five more seconds before there’s more astride and seriously what the fuck’s going on with this scene?

I mean, really. It’s less of a coherent sex scene than it is the component parts of a sex scene edited in an intentionally disjointed way. The latter half of the scene is more of the same – sex in a variety of positions – but the bits are presented with very little clarity and no accounting for continuity. If you’re finding one bit hot, then you’re going to be thrown off after a few seconds anyway, so what’s the point?

The best bit of the scene, by far, has to be the fact that the whole thing is set to a ’90s-esque pop song (evocative of Alanis Morissette or LeAnn Rimes) sung by a professional-sounding woman with a nice enough voice. I’m listening to it while typing this paragraph and, since the actors never utter a sound beyond three very quiet moans, it doesn’t make for that bad listening. (There’s no credit for this on IMDb, so if someone knows who this is, tell me!)
So, yeah. This is a curious scene in a series of films of which I’m otherwise quite fond. It moves forward at a fair clip, the actors are giving it a good go, and the music is great… but it’s confused in its presentation. The little vignettes aren’t long enough to hold any attention (even the lengthier ones make you wonder when they’re going to change). There isn’t even any passion in this, and the scene ends without any reconciliatory dialogue (it could do with some!).
Good idea, and all – and it fits the brief – but it isn’t very…
…wait for it…
…professional!