City Sex

As usual in the Paul Thomas oeuvre, the title bears no relationship to the story. City Sex isn't about cities; it says on the back of the box that this is a movie about "two tales of one city," but there is no city involved. Still, the performers are game, and as long as you don't buy City Sex looking for a geographically grounded story, you'll be okay.

There are two vignettes in the movie. The first is the story of George (Jack Lawrence) and Henri (Sascha), two "metrosexuals" (which to Paul Thomas apparently means submissives) who live in the house of and service regularly a pair of dominant females, played by Lanny Barby and Kimberly Franklin (there's a maid, too, played by the gloriously pneumatic Havana Ginger); the second vignette is the tale of Steve, Henri's twin brother and an avowed heterosexual (again, to PT, metro is the opposite of hetero) who is banging Lanny Barbie and Ana Nova when he finds out that his father has died, leaving his stepmother, Demi Delia, needing some male companionship.

If there is no city, there is certainly sex. Jack Lawrence and Lanny Barbie get it on outside by the pool; Sascha services Kimberly orally in the bathroom in an all-girl scene; Havana has a female-solo scene while talking dirty on the phone; Kimberly, Havana and Sascha enjoy a threesome in the bedroom; Sascha (as Steve) bones Lanny and Ana first on a boat and then in a bedroom, and then Sascha takes advantage of his grieving stepmother's vulnerable state.

The threesome scene with Havana and Kimberly and the Oedipus-esque Demi Delia scene are the standouts. Havana Ginger is a very dirty girl, with a cartoonishly hot body -- fake big tits with areolas the size of saucers and the sort of shape you used to see in Tijuana Bibles and the like (if you're 80 or 90 years old). She's a caricature of a hot Latin spitfire, particularly during the scene in which she masturbates while talking dirty to a boyfriend on the phone. Demi Delia is another in the same mold, a busty, brassy, dissipated-looking MILF type with a body that's been surgically enhanced for your pleasure and a face that looks like she's spent a lot of time cruising for one night stands. Maybe it's just me, but sometimes that's really hot. Sue me.

City Sex is a fairly typical Vivid outing with a few excellent moments, a few laughs (both intentional and un-) and one hideously bad joke. I won't spoil the joke for you.

As usual in the Paul Thomas oeuvre, the title bears no relationship to the story. City Sex isn't about cities; it says on the back of the box that this is a movie about "two tales of one city," but there is no city involved. Still, the performers are game, and as long as you don't buy City Sex looking for a geographically grounded story, you'll be okay. ... Read the Full Review!