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Last Call

Porn and thrillers can be a tricky combination, since it’s hard to maintain suspense when you have to take a break every fifteen minutes or so for a sex scene. Director Francois Clousot manages to marry the genres in Last Call, a film conceptually reminiscent of the 1997 David Fincher film — both involve a main character caught up in surreal machinations they don’t entirely understand, bent to the will of a shadowy conspiracy.

In this case the victim involved is Brad Armstrong as a nice guy going out for a night on the town with a friend. His friend stands him up, but he meets Kaylani Lei, and before long he’s in bed with her . . . and he’s a lucky guy. Kaylani is always hot, and she’s never looked better — sultry, passionate, and tight, with a body that never quits.

Unfortunately for Brad, she steals his wallet, keys, and phone, leaving him stranded in a bad part of town to make his own way home. He wanders the streets and has a strange interaction with Tori Black, who seems to be a street person/hooker/lunatic. Tori plays crazy/funny extremely well — she steals every scene in which she appears, and she’s adorable while she does it.

Brad eventually makes his way to a sleazy sex shop staffed by Mikayla Mendez and Alektra Blue and begs to use the phone. He has trouble reaching anyone who might help him . . . but Mikayla wants to suck him off, and Alektra listens in on the extension while he narrates the action, making for an odd combination of phone sex and actual sex. Those girls ditch him too, though, and the phone stops working, so he’s back out on the street, where he spots Kaylani in his car, and chases her into a building and rides up in a freight elevator. At the top, Tanya James and Bridgette B. appear, dragging him out of the elevator before boarding it themselves and proceeding to make out — and they lock Brad out once he tries to join in, giving us our one girl-girl scene.

We get a glimpse of the conspirators in the form of Tori Black and Eric Masterson — she’s not crazy after all, or at least, not entirely crazy, as they discuss the progress of their night’s persecution. Little is illuminated, but that’s okay; soon they start fucking, and Tori’s just as much fun in the sex scene as she is in the other scenes.

Brad finally stumbles into the final sex scene, an orgy with Alektra, Kaylani, Mikayla Mendez, and Randy Spears. It starts with just Randy on a couch, getting a blowjob from Kaylani, surrounded by guys in monk robes holding candles, but gradually the other characters join in.

Now, maybe stumbling around from sexual interaction to sexual interaction doesn’t sound so bad, but the film does a good job of conveying Brad’s confusion, worry, and sense of real physical peril. It might be the only porn movie I’ve seen where the main character says “Not again” whenever sexytime shenanigans start — he knows he shouldn’t do it, but he just can’t help himself.

Stick around after the hallucinatory orgy scene for an explanation of why Brad was subjected to this ordeal. The explanation doesn’t necessarily make a lot of sense, but surreal persecution fantasies are allowed to be confusing. It’s a dark, twisty thriller with a combination of plot and hot sex that should keep you watching.

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