Take your eyes off Stormy, and watch Brad ham it up
In general I prefer Brad Armstrong's smaller productions to his bloated "blockbusters", but this Stormy Daniels vehicle is so lightweight that one longs for some substance, even if contained in a 3-hour "look how important I am" package.
It's apparently a personal project for Brad, as he dedicates it to his dad Gord Hopkins, a long-time car salesman. Setting is a car dealership owned by Mike Horner (NonSex and acting up a storm) called Grand Prix Motors, where Stormy has been brought in as an efficiency expert to coach the staff on how to sell and close the deal. Watching this for the first time 14 years after it was shot gave me a bit of panache, as she's the fast-talking art-of-the-deal spieler that conjures up Trump, who would ultimately prove to be her nemesis in real life.
Played mainly for laughs, the film does deliver the requisite amount of rousing sex content, thanks to beautiful Stormy in her prime, and quality support from Lezley Zen and Alexis Amore.
But ruining the show is Brad himself, playing a haughty salesman in '70s leisure suit garb, who affects a very phony French accent (even though his name is Buck), but apparently is meant to be Latino. Either way, his performance is terrible and constantly calls attention to itself as if Adult Cinema fans were actually tuning in to see him rather than the leading ladies.
Randy Spears is likewise phony playing a Caspar Milquetoast sort of salesman, while Chris Evans is the male eye candy as the new kid trying to bamboozle customers into buying Horner's cars. Several extraneous sex scenes are thrown in, with Brad's script making hardly any effort to justify their inclusion, story-wise. His recent and better screenplays often have him taking no screen credit but back in the day he was not averse to signing his name to junk like this.
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