Fantasy Ltd. Review

Description
This is a couples' feature. The plot revolves around a couple getting implanted memories of sexual fantasies.

General Impression
It's unwatchable. I had serious problems staying awake through two of the scenes. Throughout the movie Petra keeps telling her husband that his fantasies are lame, and he keeps saying that hers are. They are both right.

Blaring music with a relentless, driving beat drowns out the scenes. The music makes me think of ketchup, gobbed all over everything in the hopes that you won't notice how badly made it is.

Sex
In the first scene, Petra mostly does the tango with her dance instructor, to music more suitable to a James Bond movie. There's a brief nice shot of her biting through his trousers, then a blowjob that is so chopped in editing that it could have been 30 seconds of footage total. Throughout this movie, the sex scenes are done the same way - a few seconds or a brief flash of bj, a flash of something else out of sequence, an odd or distorted shot, a brief flash of bj from another angle, camera swirl, fast motion, etc. Chopped. Chopped like hash.

The second scene is the husband getting in a mud-wrestling match with two women, who fuck the 'mud' right into their pussies. Which is a worse lubricant - water, or grit?

Next is Petra in a bathtub with another woman and a dildo - lots of candles flickering, but no other heat to the scene.

Now the husband gets his fantasy of sex with two robot women. I understand the silver-foil outfits, but was silver (aka grey) hair really a good idea? Allong with the choppy editing and obnoxious music, we are treated to close-ups of the warty underside of his dick, blue-tinted shots, weird angled-mirror shots, and cyborg voices. About this time, I am longing for Jules Jordan. Fast forward! So far, I have been relieved when each scene is over.

The next scene had a bit of potential. Petra is on a leash, getting spanked, etc., and there were some nice shots of her posing, but no sex, and it was ruined in editing.

Next the receptionist and Lee Stone tackle Petra and her husband, with more relentless music, flickering chopped bits, and siren-like noises. It's out of sequence - way, way into the scene, Lee Stone's pants come off again. The husband's cumshot was played at least eight times.

The last scene is Petra and her husband at home in bed. A choir of heavenly angels sings as he penetrates her. Then it moves into a Donna Summer-like disco 'hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah' thing. I'm sure you get the idea by now.

Summary
I couldn't think of any type of person who might enjoy this one. There is a feature for multiple angles, but as my husband said, who would have the courage to watch them? It's dizzying as it is. His comment at the end of the movie was that since nobody in the movie was doing anything hot, "I guess it's up to us."