Nighttime Lover

This is vhs #4 from John's bag' o' movies. I honestly thought it was just going to be some dumb and pointless soft-core movie about hookers or prostitution. That's probably about 25%. The other 75% to my surprise was actually a pretty well made (even with the low budget) film about a woman named Diandra who is a starving/struggling artist that desperately needs to make ends meet. Her first official art show is upon her, and she meets this guy named Arthur Benton who goes to art shows on a daily basis (apparently) and meets the artist, tells them if they suck or not, and buys one of their pieces. Diandra is in for a dark, weird and wild ride.

 Nudie girl photo-shoot. I like this movie already.

I'm not going to hide this. Diandra reminds me of me because I feel like a tortured artist with my music. Just like how she reacted by yelling and screaming, "it's not about the money, it's about the art!" I've done that to people in the past before.

Sweet, sweet soft-core.

This escort shit is shady son.

Thong!

Diandra doesn't look good with blonde hair, even if it is a wig.

Arthur Benton is one weird, complex and intelligent bastard.

I wish someone would wire me $10,000 because they thought I had potential.

Well, a dungeon huh. I can't wait.

I don't think I ever want to go to one of these places. Watching porn is one thing but actually standing there in person watching some buff dude bang a chick behind a window with bars isn't really my thing.

Finger-banged in an alley. How thoughtful.

This movie took me on a ride that I really wasn't ready for. It actually explores the ideas of art and human integrity and kind of just adds the sex stuff on the side to keep you interested. Honestly, even of this movie didn't have any nudity or sex in it, I think I probably would've liked it anyway because I don't think there's too many movies out there quite like Nighttime Lovers. Maybe there are, I don't really care. I'll give you another one John. You're at +2.