Basically a diptych, one half directed by Alex Ladd and the other by Alan (not Alan Ladd but rather Stills by Alan), "Sapphic Romance" is indulgent when it would have benefited from the Old School approach of Girlfriends Films, its distributor, not its creator. I guess the minds behind this stuff are operating parallel to those geniuses of yore who marketed Classic Coke and New Coke in parallel, to a public that was way ahead of them.
Alan's 2-parter is titled "What We've Lost", an overheated two-hander starring Karlie Montana and Marie McCray as lesbian lovers who are splitting up, but not before yelling at each other in an all-girl version of "The Bickersons". Throwing all subtlety out the window, this is an Acting Class exercise with XXX sex thrown in, and I didn't buy a word of it. Big problem for me is that Marie and Karlie rank as two of my all-time favorites, so it was hard to stomach their talents being wasted.
This padded, shaggy dog of an hour has false endings galore, completely unsatisfying from a story vantage point. So it devolves into two of the greatest redheads humping and not much else.
Ladd, a cameraman who also directs mindless gonzo crap, is obviously not ready for prime time in his hour-long two-parter, harking back all the way to Warhol's '60s epic "Sleep". Yes, we have Val Dodds and Jillian Janson in bed together asleep, waking to Sapphic sex, and then going back to sleep. Repeat. Meant I suppose to be sensual and God forbid, romantic, it is Soporific with a capital S and would have Andy turning over in his grave, not in his sleep.
Alan's 2-parter is titled "What We've Lost", an overheated two-hander starring Karlie Montana and Marie McCray as lesbian lovers who are splitting up, but not before yelling at each other in an all-girl version of "The Bickersons". Throwing all subtlety out the window, this is an Acting Class exercise with XXX sex thrown in, and I didn't buy a word of it. Big problem for me is that Marie and Karlie rank as two of my all-time favorites, so it was hard to stomach their talents being wasted.
This padded, shaggy dog of an hour has false endings galore, completely unsatisfying from a story vantage point. So it devolves into two of the greatest redheads humping and not much else.
Ladd, a cameraman who also directs mindless gonzo crap, is obviously not ready for prime time in his hour-long two-parter, harking back all the way to Warhol's '60s epic "Sleep". Yes, we have Val Dodds and Jillian Janson in bed together asleep, waking to Sapphic sex, and then going back to sleep. Repeat. Meant I suppose to be sensual and God forbid, romantic, it is Soporific with a capital S and would have Andy turning over in his grave, not in his sleep.