No Morals

Studio: Sex Z Pictures
Director: Roy Karch
Cast: Vicky Vette, Keiko, Hillary Scott, Deja Daire

I was interested in seeing this movie because the personal lives of two of the cast members, Vicky Vette and Keiko, had been the object of discussion in adult industry circles recently. In a job as intimate as this one, was it possible to see more onscreen than just some sex?

Director Karch put together five vignettes in a loft/warehouse space filled with artificial smoke. Each couple got together atop a light fog. Why? No Morals.

First, covergirl Vette is interrupted in her self-pleasuring by Randy Spears, who arrives in a tracksuit on a freight elevator. He picks up where she leaves off, and then departs, naked, in the same elevator. Why does he leave without his clothes? No Morals.

Next is Deja Daire, whose voice is unnaturally high for the filthy things she says with it. Karch’s nod to the alt kids is this pairing between Daire and a Robert Smith-looking guy. This scene is followed by James Deen meeting cute with Hillary Scott. Why do none of these hot couples care the building is on fire? No Morals.

Finally, Nicki Hunter is afforded a larger room. I think it’s the garage, because her date gets out of a truck. A lack of morals provides excellent cover for the threat of carbon monoxide poisoning. When all is finished, Hunter’s paramour returns to the passenger side of the truck, which doesn’t move. The scene goes dark and the credits roll. No Morals.

Each of these scenes is exactly as long as it needs to be and shows off a diverse cast (Vette is going the high-gloss MILF route, Keiko and Daire are Eon McKai staples, Nicki Hunter has Vivid Girl looks without the Vivid contract, and Hillary Scott is of the new breed of very pretty, very dirty female talent) in its best light.

So why can’t I stop thinking about the stars’ personal lives? No Morals, but Who Cares? This atmospheric little movie’s ends justify its moral-free means.