Play Time

  • 1995
  • 1 HR 35 MIN
  • NR
  • Erotic

Aside from temporal surface details, this feeble erotica might have been retrieved from a 1970's time capsule marked: "Wife-swapping flick." Lacking the energetic sleaze of that era, this 1990's connubial battery recharger is decked out in sensual pastels and plays like a Kama Sutra video on downers. Has the spice gone out of the marriage of blond babe...read more

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Aside from temporal surface details, this feeble erotica might have been retrieved from a 1970's time capsule marked: "Wife-swapping flick." Lacking the energetic sleaze of that era, this 1990's connubial battery recharger is decked out in sensual pastels and plays like a Kama Sutra video

on downers.

Has the spice gone out of the marriage of blond babe Geena (Monique Parent) and tight-ass hubby Brad (Craig Stepp)? Perhaps a Palm Springs getaway with Brad's business partner Joe (Elliot David) and his orgasmoholic wife Lindsey (Jennifer Burton) will wake up their torpid sex lives. Inducing her

inhibited pal Geena to masturbate while they leer at the pool boy, Lindsey indoctrinates her friend into a world where each woman's bed is an orgone box. As a follow-up to lesbian sex at their office, Lindsey sets up a ski weekend in which Joe spies on the fornicating women from a closet. After

voyeuristic Joe regales the duo with a similar tale about his cousin Connie (Ashlie Rhey), the adventurous trio threesomes in a hot tub. Plans to melt iceberg Brad falter when he realizes Lindsey's wanton masturbation in a sauna was prearranged. Although Lindsey makes amends for her

manipulativeness by providing Brad with oral sex at his office, her plans to save Brad and Joe's troubled business partnership snag when the two couples pair off with each other. Returning to Palm Springs to recapture their nuptial magic, Brad's pals are pleased when he finally spills his guts

about his stuck-in-the-mud sexuality, and a flashback reveals how his stepmother Sheraton (Julie Strain) seduced him, only to be discovered by his father. With Brad unburdened of his sexual hang-up, both marriages are saved (and the decks are cleared for further experimentation in the future).

In both its edited and unedited versions, PLAY TIME is about as steamy as blowing one's breath on an icy window in the winter. Never has so much flesh been undraped to so little avail. Although the femme stars undulate like Victoria's Secret models on a vibrating bed, the male leads suggest

peckish accountants who've been sex-trained by the Moral Majority. Watching their rather tame fantasies unfold, viewers get the nagging suspicion that these stars are performing in a film financed by former Surgeon General Jocelyn Elders; never has a sexploitation film drooled on so insistently

about autoeroticism. Voyeurism comes in a distant second; intercourse seems like an afterthought for these uncoupling couples. Once again, lesbianism is viewed as a heterosexual appetizer for egocentric straight men hungry for instant adultery. The attitude espoused by stud flicks like PLAY TIME

reaches its nadir when Geena brags to her rival that, "My breasts are bigger than yours!" Since the gals' measurements do not square off with their IQs, PLAY TIME remains unchallenging turn-on material. It's dull enough to give fidelity a good name. (Extreme profanity, extensive nudity, sexualsituations.)

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  • Released: 1995
  • Rating: NR
  • Review: Aside from temporal surface details, this feeble erotica might have been retrieved from a 1970's time capsule marked: "Wife-swapping flick." Lacking the energetic sleaze of that era, this 1990's connubial battery recharger is decked out in sensual pastels… (more)

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