“You’ve got some big titties, Girl,” a cameraman takes the time to inform an exercising Amy Reid.
“Kind of,” she says.
This snippet of dialogue was presented at the beginning of “Flexible Positions 2,” in which women are fucked on exercise equipment and their bodies bent every which way, as a helpful gesture, I think, that lets us know that the production respects us enough to acknowledge that they know we are not here for the dialogue.
But each is blonde, each can be draped over an exercise ball in somebody’s weight room, and the sweat of each is cooled by the constant humming of an overhead fan and absorbed by a mat that I would not want to lick.
It is the girls who are flexible, you see, and not the scenes. It gives one the pleasant impression that an enterprising janitor at a Courtyard Marriott somewhere cut a hole in the wall of the minigym.
Watch “Flexible Positions 2″ with the sound off (and if you’re on a trampoline yourself, it will be like everyone is standing still).