The height of self-promotion, Peter Acworth's "documenting" of his big June 25th, 2009 party in Frisco is a terrible porn video, hardly of even historical interest (why I watched it). The Private Independent label release precedes his successful followup "An Open Invitation..." which remedies most of this first feature's failings and is recommended instead.
Early reels show Peter's logistical problems in mounting a big event for swingers, completely uninteresting party planning issues. After watching Peter, the head honcho of the porn empire kink.com (which funded and made this video) pitching the project to pornographer "Mr. Big" we see Acworth is merely a money-grubbing jerk so his story is less than uninteresting. I was rooting for the Brit transplant to Frisco to get swallowed up in an earthquake.
But no, the event goes off without a hitch and is purportedly photographed by his worst hire "Maestro", a wannabe porn actor whose prowess with a video camera is nil. Film's only attempts at comedy involved Maestro shirking his work to hump instead like the myriad of pro porn performers he's photographing.
Like the sequel, the "real swingers" who are the film's marketing hook are mainly voyeurs. What we see is mainly familiar porn actors like Mr. Pete and especially Mark Davis humping away, delivering money shots and basically earning their keep in an admittedly unusual assignment.
Poor filmmaking is front & center in casting Davis as a fictionalized character, introduced having a medical exam from his (female) doctor with the silly gambit of both of them lying about their trips to San Francisco. (Or maybe he's playing the real Mark Davis seeing a phony doctor? Who cares?) Sure enough, they sheepishly bump into each other at the entrance to the armory where Peter is headquartered and holds his orgies, still pretending to be innocent of such low-life activities. All of this amounts to nothing, the subplot dropped entirely once Davis whips out his cock and does what he does best for the camera.
Camera-work, whether attributable to Maestro (not bloody likely) or whoever, is poor, and the orgy footage quite boring. Noisy soundtrack mainly reflects the clamor of so many people milling about the room, most of them just spectators wearing masks as always is done in these stupid "swingers' orgies' movies.
Acworth himself insists on being frequently nude on camera, even shown XXX being serviced by a woman, and merely points up what a turn-off it is to see pasty-skinned creeps on screen in a sex film where body-beautiful should be the norm. Similarly, the main story line about Mr. Big (never cleared up whether he is an actor or like Peter a real-life pornographer) and his wife played by lovely Princess Donna is ridiculous but emphasized to the point of idiocy. Acworth falls into the obvious trap of a pornographer who thinks the viewer actually cares about his petty problems in plying his trade, made worse by the fact that these fictionalized problems are as phony as can be. He may have created a little porn empire with kink.com, but like Max Hardcore before him is merely another pernicious influence in the fast-fading Adult Entertainment industry.
Early reels show Peter's logistical problems in mounting a big event for swingers, completely uninteresting party planning issues. After watching Peter, the head honcho of the porn empire kink.com (which funded and made this video) pitching the project to pornographer "Mr. Big" we see Acworth is merely a money-grubbing jerk so his story is less than uninteresting. I was rooting for the Brit transplant to Frisco to get swallowed up in an earthquake.
But no, the event goes off without a hitch and is purportedly photographed by his worst hire "Maestro", a wannabe porn actor whose prowess with a video camera is nil. Film's only attempts at comedy involved Maestro shirking his work to hump instead like the myriad of pro porn performers he's photographing.
Like the sequel, the "real swingers" who are the film's marketing hook are mainly voyeurs. What we see is mainly familiar porn actors like Mr. Pete and especially Mark Davis humping away, delivering money shots and basically earning their keep in an admittedly unusual assignment.
Poor filmmaking is front & center in casting Davis as a fictionalized character, introduced having a medical exam from his (female) doctor with the silly gambit of both of them lying about their trips to San Francisco. (Or maybe he's playing the real Mark Davis seeing a phony doctor? Who cares?) Sure enough, they sheepishly bump into each other at the entrance to the armory where Peter is headquartered and holds his orgies, still pretending to be innocent of such low-life activities. All of this amounts to nothing, the subplot dropped entirely once Davis whips out his cock and does what he does best for the camera.
Camera-work, whether attributable to Maestro (not bloody likely) or whoever, is poor, and the orgy footage quite boring. Noisy soundtrack mainly reflects the clamor of so many people milling about the room, most of them just spectators wearing masks as always is done in these stupid "swingers' orgies' movies.
Acworth himself insists on being frequently nude on camera, even shown XXX being serviced by a woman, and merely points up what a turn-off it is to see pasty-skinned creeps on screen in a sex film where body-beautiful should be the norm. Similarly, the main story line about Mr. Big (never cleared up whether he is an actor or like Peter a real-life pornographer) and his wife played by lovely Princess Donna is ridiculous but emphasized to the point of idiocy. Acworth falls into the obvious trap of a pornographer who thinks the viewer actually cares about his petty problems in plying his trade, made worse by the fact that these fictionalized problems are as phony as can be. He may have created a little porn empire with kink.com, but like Max Hardcore before him is merely another pernicious influence in the fast-fading Adult Entertainment industry.