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Paul Thomas picks up where he left off with AVN's award hog for 1997. Even though a three year hiatus, with the adult industry performer turn-over rate being what it is, forced him to re-cast all principal parts, he has managed to equal his own high standards, the occasionally noticeable production short cut notwithstanding. The thumping techno soundtrack delivered by Miles Long and Tommy Ganz, in particular, makes for a poor substitute for Frank Harper's eclectic score to the original.

Rare for porn, this sequel demands familiarity with the first film, screenwriter Dean Nash – also responsible for PT's magnificent FADE TO BLACK as well as his MASSEUSE and DEVIL IN MISS JONES remakes – plunging headlong into a surprisingly complex narrative, the foundations of which he elaborately set up in the original and barely bothers to explain anew. As opposed to its slightly unwieldy predecessor, running nearly two and a half hours rather than this one's trim and action-packed hour and forty-five, this has the considerable advantage that the sequel gets out of the gate running, gathering speed along the way as this ironic moral fable masquerading as a frequently laugh out loud funny farce reaches its inevitable conclusion. Cliff-hanger ending suggests plans to turn this material into a trilogy though a third installment has yet to materialize. Good luck with that in these feature-phobic, pay per internet sex scene times !

Caught red-handed, holding their husbands at gunpoint, disillusioned middle class housewives Tracy Jo (Raylene) and Elizabeth (April Flowers) have been incarcerated at the local female correctional facility where an all girl pile-up's already in full swing as the film opens. A jealous security guard separates the twosome from their passionate pussy posse for a night in seclusion with new arrival Skate (Ryan Conner), unaware the latter's the latest in a long line of human vessels for our ladies' simultaneous pal and nemesis, Roy the devil incarnate, expertly essayed with flawless comic timing by stalwart Randy Spears. Springing the women from jail, Roy's hell-bent (duh !) to aid them in accomplishing vengeance on their errant spouses, previously cut short by the long arm of the law. As our sex-starved heroines have had to make do without man-meat for a stretch, the horned one immediately throws them a free for all sinful shindig, conjuring up instant carnal facsimiles of their favorite fantasy figures such as a personal trainer (the aptly named Erik Everhard), a sweaty construction worker (ruggedly handsome Bobby Vitale) and even a man of the cloth, portrayed by veteran of bisexual porn Eric Price.

Their wives' transgression a presto passport for divorce, both husbands have instigated new relationships they're on the verge of making legal. Not if our gals have anything to say about it though. Steve (Alec Metro), previously married to Liz, is dating prim 'n' proper Jennifer (at adult industry employment of then seven years and counting, Kylie Ireland astonishingly makes you buy into this – soon to be revealed deceitful – aspect of her character) who refuses to allow him beyond second base until their wedding night. As they were at school together, Liz recalls Jenny was quite the campus slut, alternating and combining various boyfriends, among whom current Senator North (Herschel Savage) who wouldn't mind rekindling the old fire. Tracy Jo's ex Guy (John Decker), about to be hitched to Amanda (Ava Vincent), becomes an unwitting pawn in exacting the girls' revenge, with tragic results and the devil to pay…

As mentioned, movie's main hurdle consisted of casting a couple of actresses who could match the career performances of departed divas Dyanna Lauren and Melissa Hill as well as their convincing screen chemistry as best friends and confidantes. Fresh from her excellent work in the title role of PT's ARTEMESIA, Raylene delivers a nicely judged turn as the fundamentally decent Tracy Jo inadvertently tricked into doing the devil's bidding, a worthy sparring partner for the sensational Spears and doing full justice to Nash's pointedly witty dialog. As her single-minded (for comeuppance rather than carnality, that is) gal pal Liz, previously unremarkable April Flowers proves perhaps the film's real revelation, emphasizing former thespian PT's prowess as an actor's director, handing another meaty role – rather than a roll of meat (groan) – to a performer known for sizzle instead of declamatory skills, the redoubtable Ryan Conner, who repays him with a bang-up job. Save for Spears, the guys are pretty much reduced to stud meat, even old hand Herschel Savage who has been around since the '70s, an unfortunate side effect of cramming a cornucopia of conflict into a seemingly generous running time still barely able to contain such a plethora of plot.

Killer pace also has the tendency to cut the sex scenes a bit short by present day standards, not necessarily a bad thing, reviving in fact some of the pizazz porn possessed way back in its theatrical incarnation throughout the '70s and '80s. Ray and April's get out of jail group scene with the guys scores as a narratively excused scorcher, elegantly covered by Ralph Parfait's roving camera, adding laughs to the mix when evil Roy switches partners and positions with a flick of his devil's tail, only to mistakenly wind up in the middle of a boy on boy scenario ! Superstar Ireland brings her own brand of smoldering sensuality to the look but don't touch set-up with the hot 'n' bothered Metro and a real humdinger of a threesome with Savage and his studly campaign aide Jason McCain.