Jake Torem’s profoundly silly psychosexual drama would at least be good for a few laughs if it weren’t so ponderously and pretentiously serious. Homevid renters might take notice, but only if VHS or DVD package art is sufficiently lurid.
Newcomer Jade Henham, who co-wrote the lame screenplay, plays Lillian, vaguely discontent mistress of a stressed-for-success business exec (Joseph Bottoms). You can tell that Lillian is unhappy because of moody music and endless close-ups. Maybe she’s worried about her uncertain future. Or maybe she’s simply tired of servicing a client who gets his kicks by dressing up in Marilyn Monroe drag. Either way, she’s emotionally vulnerable enough to fall for Luke (Robert Glen Keith), a hunky poet who takes her for long walks on sandy beaches and, better still, doesn’t wear women’s clothing. But when he reveals his true colors, she gravitates back to the business exec, who asks her to try “something different.” That something turns out to be sodomy, with Lillian wearing a strap-on dildo while the exec plays wide receiver. Inexplicably, their close encounter is a liberating experience for both of them. No kidding.