Movie: The Witches of Breastwick 2
Among one of the several Wynorski "Cabin Movies" the director put out in the mid-2000's (usually under the pseudonym HR Blueberry), The Witches of Breastwick 2 has at least one throwback to JW's early 2000's run-and-gun productions, The Bare Wench series. Not familiar with Wynorski's career? The cabin movies (including such stellar titles as Lust Connection, The Breastford Wives and the first Witches of Breastwick) all seem to take place in the same comfy-looking California hill country cabin, feature a variety of unusually ample chested softcore and porn stars, and they don't have all that much plot to speak of. OK. They don't have any plot to speak of.
Here, as in the Bare Wench pictures, you get a chocolate sauce interlude as well as the Wynorski special: topless chicks dancing around a campfire. And if you have a problem with that, then you don't have to watch the movie. If the thought of extremely well-endowed women getting all love crazy for one another in hot-tubs could change your mind, our man Wynorski serves up plenty of that too... once with that previously mentioned chocolate sauce.
At this point, the director isn't even trying to tell a story - he just needs to squeeze 8 or so sex and skin scenes in during his 90-minute run time, and here he gives fans of bouncing boobs plenty to salivate over. As if the trio of Taime Hannum, Tylene Buck and Lexi Lamour weren't enough, the b-movie king drops in the staggering human jugtacular known as Rebecca Love, whose one male/female love scene in this flick is shockingly pneumatic for a lady so amply endowed. Still not enough for you? Rounding out the cast list are the hardworking Antonia Dorian (who seems to have a great time in her girl/girl scene with Hannum) and Demi Delia (wife of porn great Randy Spears). Oh yeah... and for reasons thoroughly unclear, it appears Nicole Sheridan took a half hour off from the shoot from Fred Olen Ray's Genie in a String Bikini to show up in this flick, in full genie costume, for a quick and rigorous exchange with lead character David (played by lucky, lucky actor Frankie Cullen). Hell, even genre vet Nikke Fritz shows up near the end of the picture to smash Cullen's face into her rack, so even though she doesn't show off the goods, the dude still gets some play from almost every chick credited. Nice!
Don't expect too much in the way of laughs, thrills, or interest. Do expect lots and lots of full-frontal nudity and faked orgasms that are often, unfortunately, unheard due to Wynorski's Charles Band-like insistence with scoring the sex scenes with music (here the same thumping brand of techno often heard in his flicks.) Still, it's leaps and bounds better than the nudity in the Bare Wench series, so it's got that going for it... which is nice.