Sin City Angels Shay, Kristi and Ava headline this incredible feature. The film focuses on sex between the most hot blooded animals, humans. The performers are all in body makeup to look like natures most ravenous predators and prey: tigers, wolves, black widows, ravens, snakes and more. They obey their native, primal, bestial instincts for your viewing pleasure. Watch as these girls devour stiff cocks and foaming pussies, take it from behind, below and beneath, and get doused and sprayed with predator splooge. This is human nature in the raw, and it doesn't get any rawer.
The major flaw of the series is that it’s hosted on Netflix and barely makes malicious comments about it despite being focused on the lives of people directly affected by the Capitalist mentality of the OTT corporation.
Essentially 'Get Out' but for white women, 'Don't Worry Darling' has strong material with its twist reveal, but the writing and directing falter trying to execute it.
I can say without question, that this is the first movie I’ve ever seen where art imitates life so much that I could 100% identify with it on a personal level. The predominately Black cast of characters are people with hopes, dreams, fears, and ambitions.
As an Indian lesbian living in the United Kingdom, the cards are stacked against Geetika from the start.
Remakes. Reboots. Reinventions. Redundancy. It's the common practice in Hollywood of late, sometimes offering us victorious reimagining of what can be considered cinematic classics while also, more often, falling flat on their UN-imaginative faces in utter defeat and lackluster results. Admittedly, with this in mind, I went into the newest incarnation of "The War of the Roses" with typical trepidation and cautious optimism.
