For a movie that had so much of an ancient language in it (in this case, Latin), I sure enjoyed Joe Gallant’s Avenue X more than The Passion of the Christ or Apocalypto.
For bloodshot and grim women getting it on in warehouses, Brian Surewood returning to nature (though he didn’t have to go too far), and (I think this is correct) the only big budget porn movie of 2006 other than Island Fever 4 to have scenes shot thousands of miles away from each other, read the review here.
Previously: Joe Gallant’s Green Manalishi; “The machinery is weird”; Why we fight; Michelle Aston will eat your girlfriend like fried chicken
See also: Joe Gallant, VCA
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