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Directed by Stu Segall
Written by F.B. Vincinzo
Starring:
- Jesie St. James as Charli
- Eric Edwards as Jack
- Annette Haven as Janet
- Billy Dee as Al
- Lee Carroll as Suzie
- Randy West as Doug
- Arcadia Lake as Fantasy Girl
Release Date: April 16, 1981
Rating: 
Porn does romantic drama with a horny heart and a head full of cornball dreams. Not the melancholic kind of longing, either—the kind that comes with sunny Southern California roads, wistful strolls, and a serious hankering for lovemaking. Jesie St. James’s Charli makes her way through the landscape while her hubby, played by Eric Edwards, holds down the home front, waiting for his wife to get back from whatever smutty daydream she’s wandered into.
Gone are the days when their happy marriage was fueled by hot sex and a genuine emotional connection. Those good old memories are now buried somewhere under the Malibu sunshine. These days, romance has been replaced by indifference, boredom, and a serious shortage of action. Stu Segall’s VCX porn turns their marital troubles into a full-bodied sexual fantasy about two lovers trying to bring some heat back into a relationship that’s gone cold.
Narratively, this thing is pretty bare-bones and occasionally about as deep as a puddle, but it has a sweet, sexy little streak running through its portrait of Charli’s bedroom blues. The ideas are few, the heart is plentiful, and the sex is apparently best enjoyed in the imagination. There’s more fantasized fucking than actual fucking between the leads, and even when Eric Edwards gets horny, his mind is busy wandering toward Arcadia Lake instead of his wife. By the time you realize that most of the hardcore action is taking place inside these characters’ overheated skulls, the whole thing starts becoming pretty damn funny.
From lesbian oil massages to naughty fantasies about a coworker, the libido is never far away. Stu Segall stitches these lusty daydreams together in a fast and feverish rush of erotic escapism, turning the whole movie into something resembling group therapy for two horny lovers with a serious case of sexual frustration. It’s a softhearted bit of smutty entertainment with a surprisingly sincere point: maybe forcing men and women into old-fashioned marital roles isn’t such a hot idea after all. Charli gets the message loud and clear—everybody deserves to get their rocks off, not just the fellas!
