Orgy Masters #2

I really firmly believe that the prefix "inter" should be used rarely if at all. International? Fine. Interstellar? Awesome, and probably with some good imagery with it as well. But interracial is about as dumb of a term as there can be, akin to Andy Kaufman's reference to intergender wrestling. It shouldn't mean anything. The fact that anyone uses the term interracial implies that race, and mixing races, is still somehow a big deal. That concept is a half-century out of date, and Orgy Masters 2 manages to be plenty guilty of it. At least the text on the box cover isn't overly gratuitous, but there still should not be these mentions that mixing black men and white women is somehow a big deal. It's not. Race shouldn't be a big deal, and this is one of those areas where porn manages to lag behind with the least desirable social elements of our society. I'll save you from the longer thesis here, but suffice it to say that nothing about this sense of mixing races is complimentary to anyone.

But can you believe that something is worse? Yeah, there is perhaps a bigger crime with Orgy Masters 2. Have a look at Kelly Divine's face on the front of the box. What in the hell did they do to her? Who thought giving them a copy of Photoshop was a good idea? All the more so because there is a black and white photo of her just to the right of that one where she looks, you know, human. Again, sloppy. Ultimately? The problem with the content of Orgy Masters 2 is that it's kind of boring. There are two scenes here, though neither one has much in the way of chemistry or heat to it. The first has, as you can see, Jada Stevens, Sophie Dee, Kelly Divine, and Bridgette B. Yes, the last of those four is not like the others. Sophie Dee has an odd role in this film in particular, as she seems to wander in and out almost at random. She's also the main one who seems interested in the other women. Otherwise it's just a bunch of swapping partners with some half-hearted action. The worse part? It all takes place on couches, which means there are very few positions that work here. Ignore the uncomfortable racial issues, and what we're left with is really just kind of a boring scene. Orgy scenes tend to be hit or miss, but you need to have a variety of women, many positions, and some apparent interest in each other. Dare I say that this one could stand to take some lessons from the Neighborhood Swingers series from Devil's Film? The second scene, equally boring, stars Krissy Lynn, Anikka Albrite, Maya Hills, and Lea Lexis. They at least seem to want it more, but like the first scene, no one, male or female, really seems to take the lead here. They all seem to know they're starring alongside a whole bunch of other people, so no one really needs to have a standout performance. These ladies, however, have a little bit less time in the business under their belts (which they aren't wearing for long), so they at least acknowledge the camera from time to time. I just wish there was some point to all of the poking and flailing and bored moaning.

I don't want to rag on this film for reasons it doesn't deserve, but aside from social problems, bad graphic design, and uninterested seeming talent, this film struggles for only having two scenes and neither of them really standing out. If this were a more standard film with four or five scenes, we'd stand a better chance of getting something better, both because of simple odds and because the talent would feel like actually being involved in the scene itself. Not much in the way of bonus features here, either, and the money shots weren't the type to really be worth remembering, so the cumshot recap is kind of meh. And I don't care enough about anyone here (and that's saying a lot considering how much I really like Sophie Dee) to watch their behind the scenes action. So I'll sit out Orgy Masters, thanks, but I hope it does something for you.