Reviewed by SexHerald Staff
Suspicious Minds is a well-produced story porn typical of the work of Wicked Pictures. The actors are attractive and convincing, the plot is entertaining if predictable, and the production values are excellent. Like most of the studios’ movies, there’s really nothing to object to. At the same time, there aren’t many surprises here.
The story concerns a young photographer suspicious of her boyfriend’s fidelity. There really isn’t much more to it than that. A series of hard-to-explain signs crop up and she takes solace with her friends, who first try to reassure her, and then take to spying on the boyfriend. Finally, when the evidence appears conclusive, they encourage the couple’s breakup.
As the photographer, Jessica Drake, a slim blond with great natural breasts, is her usual reliable self. An enthusiastic performer who throws herself into every scene with equal conviction, she manages to simultaneously be physically typical (long blond hair, pretty in a bland way) and offbeat (there’s something unique about her face; I can’t quite put my finger on what it is, but it sets her apart). Stormy, who wrote the screenplay, has fun with the supporting role of Drake’s airhead friend. Under different circumstances (and without the distractingly enormous breast implants that dominate her every scene, whether she’s having sex or not), it’s easy to imagine her enjoying a career as a light romantic comedian in the mainstream.
The bulk of the sex is effectively hot, but not extraordinary. The movie’s best scene is the fantasized lesbian encounter between Drake and the incomparable Sydnee Steele. Steele, a striking, chiseled brunette who comes across like my best Tomboy fantasy made real, shows up in Drake’s bedroom (and imagination) wearing a black latex raincoat and a shiny, black strap-on. The two take their time in the scene, which has an overtone of domination as Steele instructs Drake throughout.
But if Steele is the movie’s greatest asset, she’s also a reminder of lost opportunities. She makes her scene smoke, but it’s her only scene. Later, when her character, a massage therapist, finds the suspected “other woman” in Drake’s love triangle happens to have shown up on her table as a client, there’s a shimmering moment when it looks like they’ll wind up in a kinky massage parlor tryst. While I’m a firm believer that plot enhances sex, in this case the scene serves to advance the plot, but otherwise stand in the way of what could have been a great scene. SuspiciousMinds
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