Reviewed by Don Luis
I've made allusions to the studios with large production budgets and supermodel hot actresses creating their own version of scathing social commentary before, but now, I'm beginning to think that they even might have an agenda. I'd been lax in my review of Perfect Life for a short time, until this weekend, and having been through it, there's the possibility that one of the largest high dollar production houses may actually be preaching at us at the same time.
Jessica Drake stars as the troubled housewife whose lascivious past stops one off from her husband. She, unfortunately, is having terrifying ideas that she may be lusting after some man other than the one she married, and that is something absolutely devastating to her. The movie opens with her in hysterics as she stands on San Francisco's Bay bridge wanting to throw herself over the edge but unable to do it. She returns home to realize she is hallucinating another gorgeous blonde - Alexis Malone, in bed with evergreen husband material -Randy Spears.
Their antics are comparitively tame, given the plethora of scenes I've seen her in where her normally slow burn sexuality gets sped up just a bit. That and the two of them follow precisely the same pattern as Randy and Alexis did not 5 minutes before, supposedly indicating Jessica's desire to usurp the fantasy that hubby might be having.
Lesley Zen shows up with a mind to contribute to the moral delinquency of her coworker (Drake) and proceeds to elucidate just how depraved her relationship with her boss is. Apparently, Zen has been carrying on an amorous encounter with her higher up-played in this case by Stephen St. Croix-which she says she videotapes, brings home, and then plays for her own husband while he also takes a turn at her. Drake is forced to admit her own fantasy with a neighbor she'd met at a barbecue several months ago, one she says she will have to forego in order to return to her personally defined 'Perfect Life'.
The filming here is trending towards major motion picture feature, lots of dream sequences replete with overly bright white lighting that's used for either travails into the realms of fantasy or to represent one's entrance into heaven. I must admit my slight disappointment at Wicked's decision to neglect displaying Drake's phenomenal anal skills, but, then, I do have a personal bias. Director Raven also spends quite a bit of time on voiceovers by Drake discussing philosophies on cheating and related topics. Though I'm partial to Wicked's regular style, these were definite passion killers in this film. However, this video does have its redeeming qualities, and high-profile talent for whom it would be difficult to find replacements. PerfectLife
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