Casey Parker’s “California Dreamin’”

2008_4_22_cp1.jpgCasey Parker’s Golden State travelogue “California Dreamin’” follows the plucky Shane’s World star up and down the coast where she finds love and learns a little about the state that allows if not condones her way of life. Try not to think about what her gas budget must have been like and join us for a review after the jump.

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The first stop is Catalina Island with a pre-pregnancy Paulina James and a pre-arrest Jack Venice. Reeking of alcohol, they are denied a bike rental. Somehow they are allowed golf carts. They make their way to the west side of the island and engage in some clifftop action against the overcast Pacific sky.

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Back in L.A., Casey picks up Devon for a beachside romp. They race like blonde gazelles across the sand, if that’s what gazelles do, and if gazelles can be blonde. Then they retreat to a bedroom where they compare tattoos.

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“You have such a spankable ass, dude,” declares Devon.

Next, it’s off to wine country. Parker explains how raisins are made, then declares that she hates raisins.

The blonder the partner, the better the scene. Parker meets Aubrey Addams in Napa and they repair to a hotel room (the initial promise of the outdoor scene with Paulina James fades as each vignette starts outside but ducks for cover pretty quickly; still, the effort is appreciated).

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In San Francisco, Parker poses for pictures on a trolley. That she is so adorable and the guys she picks up are so lunky by comparison must appeal to the college audiences Shane’s World caters to in the same way that Ron Jeremy is often held up as the hero of the average American male.

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Finally home (Parker did not get laid in San Francisco, she says, though Reena Sky did), Parker hooks up with Charles Dera for a scene with real chemistry.

Shane’s World tries hard to maintain a reality-based road trip atmosphere in its movies, and the very personable and engaging Parker is able to pull this off where others might not be able to carry the movie. We like that she finally gets what she wants in the end.

- Review by Gram Ponante

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Casey Parker’s California Dreamin’
Studio: Shane’s World
Director: No clue
Cast: Casey Parker, Devon, Paulina James, Aubrey Addams, Reena Sky

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Author:Gram Ponante

Gram Ponante is America's Beloved Porn Journalist, and has been a daily contributor to the great Fleshbot since 2005.
  • Anonymous

    She is too much of a tease in her movies. I was done with her after her first movie.

    That guy in photo 5 looks like an Eminem wannabe

  • Come a little Miroslav Klose You’re My Kind of Man

    Then to wine country, where Parker explains how raisins are made. She adds, “I hate raisins”.

    While not a non-sequitir, the second observation seems almost as out of place as Kool Keith’s assertion, c. Blakk Elvis/Lost in Space, that “[he] hates cars”. So, thumb up to Ms Parker, from Year 2000 undershaker. (My current encarnation requires Bling Kong attributions to earn points.)

  • Come a little Miroslav Klose You’re My Kind of Man

    @no_one_can: Eminem or erstwhile Tampa Bay Rays centerfielder Rocco Baldelli?

    Mitochondrial disorder, my ass. He just wants to segue from pro sports to pro fucking.

  • CloudCarrier

    @no_one_can: I have to agree, but since Ms. Parker took up the void that the towering presence of Shane left upon her (near) wake, her “character” can only reach so far. The original Shane’s World crew was always too good to miss (McKayla Matthews, Yvonne, Sky Lopez, Vanessa Chase, and so on), and their interim replacements were still pretty nuts (Calli Cox, Venus, Boo Delicious, and a few early Belladonna and Sunrise Adams appearances), but the newest crew kind of leaves me a bit cold (probably has more to do with Rock of Love sequels happening every other season, The Hills reruns, and other “reality” things invading my life). Even the odd appearance by the otherwise superfine Roxy Deville or Sasha Grey isn’t enough to heat up the proceedings, but then again, I’m probably just made of stone.