Stacy Valentine: porno star and human being
I've met Ms. Valentine. She was kind enough to pose for this photo when I asked her at the CES in Las Vegas. So yeah, I had a vested interest seeing this flick.
Reviewing a doc such as this is rather tough. You can't say anything without relating what happens during the flick. I imagine it like a movie poster from the 50s:
While some people may find themselves in Cringe City by the graphic nature of the liposuction operation Stacy goes thru, I was numbed by the staccato pounding my ears took from porno babe Brittany Andrew's Fran Drescher-like laugh. You have to hear it to believe it. Afterwards you'll wish you hadn't.
The doc is not well done from a shooting standpoint. Shots which could have easily been on a tripod wiggle onscreen. The sound was just as bad as Dad with a camcorder--him you hear easy, the child singing to the camera is barely audible. (How much can be blamed on the theater's poor sound system, I don't know.)
Those of you expecting porno without having to frequent Les Shoppe a la Sexxe will be vastly disappointed. Yes, at times Stacy is nude. There's even some of her work-humping, but it's shot equivalent to R-rated dry humping. So if this movie gets your rocks off, then your rocks rest on a hair trigger.
The Girl Next Door is worth seeing if you're curious as to what makes these women tick. Ms. Valentine comes across as a thoroughly decent person who happens to make a living in a way others can do without. To which I say: pound sand. After all, Stacy is open to the public; what have you got hidden in your closet?
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