American Gunk
Directed by Guy Capo
Evolution Erotica
Upstart future-porn outfit Evolution Erotica makes a splashy entrance on the scene with this flash-mash comp of scenes with differing styles, but one similar theme- pussies, and how to stretch, fill, and otherwise stimulate them.

First scene is a real-time sex party with a raucous heavy metal soundtrack. Drinkin’ leads to an impromptu game of spin-the-bottle, and the next thing ya know, the room is filled with the stench of sweat and semen as two couples (including Demi Marks and the luscious Summer Nite) and one stray, madly masturbating biker chick (Vandalia) get it on. The camera switches angles constantly, and goes from black and white to screamy, creamy color in the blink of an eye, lending the whole scene to a 'Natural Born Killers' kinda aura. Only without the serial killing, and with more ass fucking. This is what it would look like if MTV went hardcore.

Oof. Things take a weird turn next, when Ron Jeremy shows up in an ill-fitting fat Elvis jumpsuit, and starts sauntering around on a beach, throwing spastic kung fu punches in the air. Crazily enough, this bizarre creature finds himself a willing blonde hussy (Vicki Vogue) and the two of them find the nearest men’s room and fuck. I dunno, man, Ron’s just a little too, well… Ron Jeremy -like for this scene to have much erotic potential. He is pretty funny lookin’, tho, so I bet this’ll go over gangbusters at the next fratboy pornathon. “Ladies and gentlemen, my sperm has left the building.” Yer a riot, Ron.

Felicia Fox- who looks a hundred times hotter here than in “Ass Eaters Unanimous”- has a heavily stylized solo scene that looks like something from an Andrew Blake film- lush, lovely, and with a swirling electronica soundtrack.

Next up is a reality show parody called “Molested by America” starring Gen Padova and some guy in a bad wig. I think it’s a take-off on “The Bachelor”, but I’m not sure, since I spend all my time watching porn. After a little mindless chatter and some snarky onscreen graphics ("97% of Americans thing Trista should shut the fuck up”), Mr. Wig manhandles Gen and forces her to suck his dick. Then he fucks her, cums on her face, and then breaks her fuckin’ nose. Maybe it plays out funnier than it sounds. Anyway, Gen does a convincing job of struggling throughout the scene, and the battering industrial soundtrack adds to the tension. Not exactly a’roughie’, but close.

A crazed, deftly edited cumshot loop follows, as starlet after starlet gets a mouthful (or two, or three) of gunk. Then we are treated to the freakshow sight of chubby teen runaway Cherry Poppins gagging on a cock and puking up into a bucket. I have seen many of Cherry’s films by now, and all I have to say is this: the bitch is crazy, man. This scene actually looks more like an Iraqi torture video than a porn sequence- which I’m sure is the point- and the Skinny Puppy trip-offs hammering away on the soundtrack only adds insult to injury. This one is hardcore personified. Will somebody please buy that girl a Greyhound ticket home before she starts blowing goats for $20 a pop?

Things end on a typically delirious note as the fittingly named Latina Olivia O’Lovely gets porked in front of a pulsating blue screen that pumps out evocative imagery as she bumps and grinds.

“American Gunk” also includes a bonus DVD with out-takes, illuminating interview segments, trailers, and a revolution-ready promotional film from Capo.

Evolution Erotica are obviously going for a hip, edgy vibe here- somewhere between arthouse indie, cut and run guerilla documentary, and hard-assed porn. Do they achieve it? Depends entirely on whether you’re hip and edgy yourself, I suppose. The tried and true raincoat crowd will probably just come away confused, but younger pornhounds with media-fried brains ought to eat it right up. It’s kinda like LSD that gives you a hard-on.

-Sleazegrinder