THE DEVIL IN MISS JONES: THE RESURRECTION
Vivid Entertainment
Directed by Paul Thomas
DEMONS AND DAMES
Belladonna, Savanna Samson, Carmella Bing, Rebeca Linares, Penny Flame
The Devil in Miss Jones, from 1973, is a classic piece of adult entertainment. If they ever put together a Norton’s Anthology for Pornographic Literature, Miss Jones will be right up there beside Deep Throat, Behind the Green Door, and Debbie Does Dallas. So when I heard that Paul Thomas was directing a sequel to this pillar of porn history, I will admit that I felt a tremor of fear; there are so many dangers in remaking a classic. So many ways to go wrong. So many opportunities to piss off rabid legions of fanatically dedicated fans. I feared, I tell you, for Paul Thomas, but my fears were ungrounded. His movie, The Devil in Miss Jones: The Resurrection, is fucking awesome.
The folks at Vivid updated everything about DMJ to bring it out of the fuzzy shag-carpet sexuality of the seventies and into the brightly lit, oh-so-graphic twenty-first century. In 1973, Georgina Spelvin’s Melinda Jones is a saintly but depressed woman who kills herself, is told she has to go to Hell because of the suicide, and begs St. Peter to let her at least sin a little before her damnation begins. Cue the sex. In 2010, Belladona’s Melinda Jones is an investigative reporter, busy exposing celebrity scandals during the day and getting some hardcore freak on at night, who is attacked and raped by the Unholy Trinity, so that she can give birth to a legion of Satan’s children. Cue snakes spewing out of genital orifices.
The parts of the films that come between the full on sex scenes are rather long, but they are very well done. The film has an all-star cast, and in porn that generally means you can expect some real bottom of the barrel acting, but the acting here is a cut above. Belladona is great as Jones (mind you, she’s playing a whore, so it’s probably not to much of a stretch), and Evan Stone is hilarious as usual as the evil Reverend John Hathorn. Between the two of them, they more than make up for Nick Manning. And Paul Thomas does something else to really make the sex and non-sex parts of the movie work together; namely, he makes sure that there is sex in pretty much every scene of the film. A movie that is all long narrative patches and then long fuck sessions is sure to piss off everyone; those who want the sex get bored, and those who want to watch the story get lost. In DMJ: The Resurrection, the sex and the story are all mixed together.
There are six full-on sex scenes, and in between are tons of almost-sex scenes (a little blowjob action, or some rimjobing, something like that) and lots of shots with scantily clad women prancing around in the background. And when you do get to one of the full scale fuck extravaganzas you are in for a treat, because I’m not being hyperbolic here at all. These are scenes for the ages; this movie doesn’t pull any fucking punches at all. I’m serious. Every single one of them is an epic adventure in depravity and flexibility, and they all feature major anal action. The first bit with Belladona and Kurt Lockwood on the kitchen counter might be my new favorite scene, but it’s only the very beginning of a trip that builds through three-ways and lesbian anal encounters and a self-hating priest who preaches the gospel of Jesus Christ while pounding prostitutes in the ass, until it finally climaxes as a kinky nine-person Satanic orgy.
I’ll put it this way: when the first scene in a skin flick ends in a big gooey cumfart, you know you’re in for a wild ride. I’m talking orgies, bondage, toe sucking, beer bottles, fish hooking, face fucking, the whole nine yards and then some. There’s literally nothing left out; there’s even a little tentacle porn thrown into the mix. Pretty much the only sex acts I can think of that Paul Thomas didn’t find a place for involve bodily waste and are illegal in most civilized countries. The most surprising thing to pop up is a little male anal action, with Kurt Lockwood reaming out one slag’s shithole while another does him in the pooper with a glass dildo. That’s some shit you don’t see too much of in mainstream porn.
Let me end by saying that Kurt Lockwood’s ass hole is not the focus of this movie: that would be Belladona. This girl has always been a grade-A freak machine, but she reaches all new depths as Melinda Jones. She must have been shitting funny for months and months after filming this movie. She takes the dick from every angle and in every hole and you can tell she loves every fucking minute of it. If you buy one porno this year, let it be The Devil in Miss Jones: The Resurrection. —Maxxx Peters
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