Canada is not a place we readily associate with porn, so we thought it would be fun to let pornography take us north of the border with “Canada T-Girls.” But aside from the fact they were all polite and there were extra penises, there was nothing Canadian about this movie.
A hodgpodge of scenes (most featuring the services of Christian XXX) “Canada T-Girls” never once refers to its stars or locations as Canadian. There are no representative accents or Canada-isms (you talk with parody director Lee Roy Myers and he’s all about going to the washroom), and the whole thing could just as easily been shot here.
Again: Aside from the CANADIAN FLAGS on the cover, there is NOTHING in “Canada T-Girls” that REMOTELY SUGGESTS we are in Canada.
But what about the sex? you ask. Was the sex, at least, Canadian? I don’t know, and the things I imagine about Anne Murray are none of your goddamn business.
My favorite scene featured Sumaya, in which she plays an unprepared model that photographer Christian threatens to send home. (She is not sent home.) This was the only scene that made a real attempt at a storyline.
Sadly, the storyline didn’t involve The Great Halifax Fire of 1912, so I didn’t learn a thing about Canada.