Dir: Denise Templeton and Tom Lepine / Dir: Dale E. Frantz

Sub Rosa Studios

Well, what we have here is yet another bulk of cheap and pointless piles of erotic dis-pleasure. Actually the one chick in Game of Pleasure (who is the demon of the game), Wowza! Anyways, a double dose of freaker trash soap opera dribble. It honestly feels like Brett Michaels of Poison grabbed a couple of friends from the woodwork, tossed around some locations, and busted together ultra budget power glam rock for the ever so sensual scenes of nude lesbian love. That’s what makes most of all this NOT work.

Vampire Carmilla situates itself around a beautiful woman who needs to find out exactly what happened to her sister. So she packs up and heads to the town where her sister mentions in her diary along with her wonderful boyfriend. As she reads on things begin to come into a clearer and more focused view from what she had originally thought. Flashbacks ensue and the guilty pleasures begin to surface. Being beaten by her freakier ass boyfriend, she finds salvation and comfort from a warm hearted vampire dyke. Make out they do and take over the sister does, the town I mean. Her evil ways brought forth a plague of unchallenged immortality. Blah blah, we have to get away, boo hoo hoo, my sister is a blood thirsty killer. Nudity and weak ass vampire folklore (these guys are trying to tag this as a retelling of Sheridan Le Fanu’s Carmilla, yeah, whatever!) entails this shoddily rough feature. Very hard to take, but not hard to get hard. If that’s the only piece of coattail this movie is riding on then put this with a double feature. Oh wait, how about Game Of Pleasure since one company seems to be entangled with these movies.

Game Of Pleasure is another hard one to take but certainly easy to get hard. Good old Kevin Summerfield and his hacker partner get their hands on the game, Pleasure. What it does is beyond your wildest dreams. You will never experience anything like this other than the real thing. The game sucks you in and takes control of your wildest fantasies, then twists it around to fuck you right over. Blah blah blah, lets stretch this dull of a story into a 53 minute feature? And throw in enough hot loving nudity to grab hold of any pre pubescent dick holder. Yeah yeah yeah we have the hottest chicks sucking and well you what all the way around this mother. If the (I already told you what it was about) plot doesn’t suck you in, the massive amounts of titular exposure b grade style will certainly pitch a tent or 2.

All in all, I’d rather watch 5 seconds of Jim Horner’s Bimbo Bowlers From Buffalo to get my rocks off then having to sit through this again. Weak F/X, acting, camera work, and just too plain and standardized.

-Cannibal Cam