A woman agrees to be attached to a dream machine and explore her sex fantasies while her therapist and his female assistant watch.A woman agrees to be attached to a dream machine and explore her sex fantasies while her therapist and his female assistant watch.A woman agrees to be attached to a dream machine and explore her sex fantasies while her therapist and his female assistant watch.
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- TriviaFamously won a silver medal at the 1989 WorldFest-Houston International Film Festival, making it the first porn movie to win a medal at a major international film festival.
- ConnectionsFeatured in Un siècle de plaisir - Voyage à travers l'histoire du hard (1996)
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Blake's Best
Approaching his 20th anniversary in the adult industry, former Playboy photographer turned supremely stylized hardcore pornographer "Andrew Blake" (whose real name is Paul Nevitt) is generally considered as being in a class of his own. He may also be the sole fornication filmmaker whose increasingly idiosyncratic body of work so strongly divides viewer opinion. Simply put, you either love or hate him, leaving no room for middle ground. Taking his avowed inspiration from the likes of Helmut Newton, Blake's fashion plate scenarios will either come to define the height of sophisticated eroticism or plunge you into the depths of dirty movie boredom, depending on which camp you belong to. I will be the first to admit that I'm no unconditional admirer of Blake's, finding it downright impossible to sit through most of his later endeavors basically, anything he has done from 1997 onwards, starting with the Jamie "Dahlia Grey" Dion showcases in a single screening. On the plus side, his aesthetics have influenced a large number of "lesser" yet infinitely preferable pornographers no end (including Michael Ninn, Cameron Grant and Nicks Steele and Orleans) and none of the adult actresses have ever looked more pristinely picture perfect than when photographed by Blake, whose uncanny ability to make them look like unattainable goddesses rather than skilled sex workers may paradoxically prove the greatest deal breaker of them all.
Though he has made many more elaborate and, according to his fan base, "better" films than his celebrated carnal debut NIGHT TRIPS (his subsequent HOUSE OF DREAMS and HIDDEN OBSESSIONS being the most likely contenders), I feel he has failed to improve on what was to become his standard recipe of beautiful girls getting down but not too dirty in luxurious surroundings. As a matter of fact, in terms of plot this probably stands as one of his (relatively, of course !) strongest achievements, sort of a fang-less variation on Stephen Sayadian's dark 'n' disturbing NIGHTDREAMS. Predictably copping the AVN Best Film Award for an otherwise mostly barren 1990, it also famously if rather more surprisingly won the Silver Award in the non-theatrical release section at Houston's 1989 WorldFest, invoking the wrath of Hollywood royalty Lauren Bacall who had co-starred in one of the rival entries, the Ruth Rendell-based TREE OF HANDS, eliciting the classic comment that she wasn't aware it was "that kind of film festival" !
Then reigning superstar Tori Welles plays a woman "plagued" by erotic nightmares and seeking help for such from psychiatrist Randy Spears and his glamorous assistant Porsche Lynn. They hook her up to a "revolutionary" device (aren't they always ?) able to visually monitor her dreams, the doc and nurse drifting in 'n' out how appropriate ! of these fantasies as bystanders and eventual participants. That's the premise leading into the film's various perfectly realized sexual set-ups. Welles watches Dutch duo Marc De Bruin and Tanja De Vries (the latter sometimes simply credited as "Lola") make the most out of their US holiday permit as they sensuously cavort on her lawn and stars in a blue-tinged rump roast of her own with ever plentiful Peter North (formerly gay porn's "Matt Ramsey") for an encore. Sepia's the tone of choice for interracial intimacy between big-haired blond diva Victoria Paris and sculptural Ray Victory. Best of show turns out to be the trio of ladies who lunch upon each other, that is ! involving Welles, a silver-wigged Lynn and Vivid's former BRAT Jamie Summers in the first of several comebacks, a decidedly choreographed yet still scorching Sapphic threesome that could serve as Blake's signature scene, one image suitable for framing right after another, further enhanced by the magnificent musical accompaniment of Rock Hard, who would acquire greater fame on the gay side of the industry. No prizes for guessing that the good doctor's hands on treatment of this damsel in distress ultimately brings about her cure, though viewers will probably be scratching their heads as to what the problem was in the first place !
For me personally, this is as good as Blake ever got, exploiting his obvious strength in terms of visuals and restricting narrative to a bare minimum. Naysayers might still complain that it looks like a pornographic perfume ad but then that's the nature of this particular beast. At least as far as heat's concerned, it's head and shoulders above future achievements that got increasingly bogged down in primping 'n' preening of its glamorized beyond recognition models, for surely the term "actresses" could no longer be applied in those cases. Welles' warmth was not yet airbrushed out of existence at this early stage of Blake's career, one significantly celebrated by those who proudly profess not to care for porn.
Though he has made many more elaborate and, according to his fan base, "better" films than his celebrated carnal debut NIGHT TRIPS (his subsequent HOUSE OF DREAMS and HIDDEN OBSESSIONS being the most likely contenders), I feel he has failed to improve on what was to become his standard recipe of beautiful girls getting down but not too dirty in luxurious surroundings. As a matter of fact, in terms of plot this probably stands as one of his (relatively, of course !) strongest achievements, sort of a fang-less variation on Stephen Sayadian's dark 'n' disturbing NIGHTDREAMS. Predictably copping the AVN Best Film Award for an otherwise mostly barren 1990, it also famously if rather more surprisingly won the Silver Award in the non-theatrical release section at Houston's 1989 WorldFest, invoking the wrath of Hollywood royalty Lauren Bacall who had co-starred in one of the rival entries, the Ruth Rendell-based TREE OF HANDS, eliciting the classic comment that she wasn't aware it was "that kind of film festival" !
Then reigning superstar Tori Welles plays a woman "plagued" by erotic nightmares and seeking help for such from psychiatrist Randy Spears and his glamorous assistant Porsche Lynn. They hook her up to a "revolutionary" device (aren't they always ?) able to visually monitor her dreams, the doc and nurse drifting in 'n' out how appropriate ! of these fantasies as bystanders and eventual participants. That's the premise leading into the film's various perfectly realized sexual set-ups. Welles watches Dutch duo Marc De Bruin and Tanja De Vries (the latter sometimes simply credited as "Lola") make the most out of their US holiday permit as they sensuously cavort on her lawn and stars in a blue-tinged rump roast of her own with ever plentiful Peter North (formerly gay porn's "Matt Ramsey") for an encore. Sepia's the tone of choice for interracial intimacy between big-haired blond diva Victoria Paris and sculptural Ray Victory. Best of show turns out to be the trio of ladies who lunch upon each other, that is ! involving Welles, a silver-wigged Lynn and Vivid's former BRAT Jamie Summers in the first of several comebacks, a decidedly choreographed yet still scorching Sapphic threesome that could serve as Blake's signature scene, one image suitable for framing right after another, further enhanced by the magnificent musical accompaniment of Rock Hard, who would acquire greater fame on the gay side of the industry. No prizes for guessing that the good doctor's hands on treatment of this damsel in distress ultimately brings about her cure, though viewers will probably be scratching their heads as to what the problem was in the first place !
For me personally, this is as good as Blake ever got, exploiting his obvious strength in terms of visuals and restricting narrative to a bare minimum. Naysayers might still complain that it looks like a pornographic perfume ad but then that's the nature of this particular beast. At least as far as heat's concerned, it's head and shoulders above future achievements that got increasingly bogged down in primping 'n' preening of its glamorized beyond recognition models, for surely the term "actresses" could no longer be applied in those cases. Welles' warmth was not yet airbrushed out of existence at this early stage of Blake's career, one significantly celebrated by those who proudly profess not to care for porn.
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