The More the Merrier

Studio: Adam & Eve
Director: Roy Karch
Cast: Carmen Luvana, Carmen Hart, Sunny Lane, Julie Night, Kelly Wells, Celestia Star, Chrissy Cumms

Performing a solitary dance on a large butcher block table in a room slowly filling with dry ice is Sunny Lane. Behind her, ascending in a freight elevator, are the Carmens Luvana and Hart. They get out of the freight elevator and sit at the table.

Why is Lane facing away from them? Why is she alone? Why is the room smoky? Why hasn’t Carmen Luvana received her dinner? No Morals.

It is not surprising that porn directors, like the great bon vivant Roy Karch, will find a visually arresting location and keep it in mind for other projects. That the last Karch film I watched under my covers with a USB flashlight also featured the same freight elevator and the same smoke made watching The More the Merrier feel like coming home. If home was a smoky warehouse.

“AVN gave No Morals four stars, Gram,” Karch pointed out.

“‘Nuff said, Roy,” I replied.

Karch could not have picked three tastier treats than the two Carmens and Sunny Lane. Lane, “the girl next door gone hardcore”, became the dinner the Carmens dropped by for.

The More the Merrier pulled in porn’s alliteration-crazed major demographic: people who like watching sex on film. Luvana uncoupled a candle from its stick and dropped wax on Lane’s quivering parts for not having dinner ready.

Luvana and Hart are a little more statuesque than Julie Night and Kelly Wells, who join the massive Lee Stone in the next scene. What Wells and Night lack in height they make up in unbridled filthiness, and this scene serves as an excellent counterpoint to the deflowering of the virginal Sunny Lane.

Stone is large in a way that he employs the same hold on the tiny Wells that professional wrestlers use before they bodyslam one another. He holds her up by the waist, her legs over his head, and she is then capable of blowing him or canoodling with Julie Night. Note to self: must go rent a spinner.

The three get very sweaty on a red couch and Wells is folded and unfolded like Costco patio furniture.

In a deserted (but refreshingly smoky) bar, two men bemoan their hard luck when their lamentations are interrupted by Celestia Star, who walks down a set of stairs and begins blowing them. If she were my daughter I would chastise her for having No Morals. But, employing my trusty double standard, I would tell the men, if they were my sons, The More the Merrier, boys.

In yet another bar, bartender Randy Spears tells a buddy about the non-English speaking blonde who frequents the place about this time. Sure enough, in walks Carmen Luvana who, it turns out, understood everything Spears had been saying all along. She fucks them on a convenient couch (it is Hollywood). Why has she chosen this night over all other nights? It’s not important. What matters is that she’s here now. I was glad that out of all the gin joints, Luvana chose to walk into this one.

The final scene features Chrissy Cumms holding her own against three fellas who were alerted by her masturbation. The Moral? This is what happens when one masturbates loudly..

The Behind the Scenes featurette is notable for Sunny Lane’s suggestion of the candles, Hart’s revelation that “you can pour candle wax in the crack of my ass if you want to”, definitive proof of fluffing, and Karch’s reassuring a wood-deficient actor that there’s “no pressure”.

While we may be momentarily confused about why people do the things they do in this movie, it is always a pleasure to watch. It should have been called The Morals the Merrier.