Just as the physical act of love can only be proven when it is all over your intended’s face, so does summer not really exist without tan lines making a minstrel show of your crotch and remaining pubes. The question is: Where should the come go?
Director/Penis Supplier Kevin Moore gathers four liberally-oiled, subtlely-tanned beauties (Gia DeMarco, Remy LaCroix, Jada Stevens, and Anikka Albrite) and has them reveal just to us those few centimeters a West Porn Valley tanning bed hasn’t zapped.
So if porn is the juxtaposition of accessibility and secrets, a tanline is a useful border.
Moore is an excellent porn cinematographer, and he varies his style without being too distractingly lens-happy. But it’s a fact that when Jada Stevens’ ass is slowly backing toward Moore/us, the effect is heightened by Moore’s choice of a convex lens. It fills the screen like a (Cl)Imax image.
To tell the truth, I would have thought this was an “oiled” movie had it not been for the title, and maybe I would have noticed the tan lines, and maybe I wouldn’t have. They are not nearly as pronounced as those Tricia Devereaux was rocking back in 1995, which were themselves an order of magnitude less thermograph-looking than those sported in the heliophilic 70s and 80s.
So if tan lines are actually a fetish, this movie is one of those rare fetish movies that we vanilla normies can appreciate.