Studio: Hustler
Director: Dave Road
Cast: Brittney Skye, Becca Bratt, Chloe April, Georgia South, Mande, Paula
Portions of this review originally appeared on Fleshbot
“Public sex is great; everybody should try it.” – Becca Bratt
I hadn’t heard of this series before seeing it, and was surprised. It borrows so heavily from (and improves on) the “Real World/Road Rules” playbook that I’m surprised Bunim/Murray hasn’t closed down in shame after collapsing under the weight of its own nuisance lawsuits.
Adventure Sex follows a group of RV-driving Mass Communication grads as they attempt to have sex with pornstars and passersby in public places that might include national landmarks.
Where the movie improves on the “Real World” style is, of course, in the sex. When the “Real World” lands an attractive cast member all we want is to see him/her have sex anyway, so “Adventure Sex” delivers. Further, the casting seems similar: young, pop-aware, and very likely to regret this later.
Where the movie fails is in its reliance on the same kind of editing dominating MTV reality shows; self-conscious, too cool for school stuff. But that is from someone who hates “The Real World”. If you love it, you will adore Adventure Sex.
This episode primarily features Becca Bratt, who is ready to go and up for anything. We see her giving a tentative blowjob at the University of Texas-Austin clock tower as well as getting bent over on the Grassy Knoll. She even gets it on at the Alamo.
None of these events are filmic coups. We are deprived of real money shot moments because the crew had to film behind the Alamo or had to wait until dark to film in the vicinity of where Charles Whitman once stood.
But the great pleasure of this movie is watching the team drive around. They roll joints in the bottom of frisbees and have their girlfriends lure game bar girls into the RV. It is far less creepy than “Girls Gone Wild” and, save for the useless commentary (of Charles Whitman, the sniper on the UT clock tower; “That motherfucker was insane. Almost as insane as me”), we really root for the group.
The group meets Brittney Skye on Bourbon Street and, as with the rest of the movie, there is an aborted scene on a (pre-Katrina) French Quarter balcony that quickly adjourns to a hotel room.
It’s great to see porn shot outside of Porn Valley with people who look like they’re having a good time. The movie also strives to be a travelogue for the Ritalin generation and mostly succeeds. Why this DVD took almost three years to hit the market probably has a lot to do with the fact that this production looks mostly self-financed; there’s no money in RV porn.
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