Copyright 2008 by Pat Powers
OK, first the good news about Virtual Encounters 2 (VE2) -- it's one long smorgasbord of soft core sex scenes, featuring very attractive performers who are very well lit, well photographed and well directed. The bad news -- hell, it's not really even bad news, the flick just has a ridiculous loosie.
The plot's central device is what makes it so sex-intensive -- a horny young college student has invented a virtual reality set that really works ... all you have to do is put on a VR headset, switch on the computer is attached to and you are off to Big Sex Fantasyland, where the humping never stops! Soon an array of very attractive young women are beating a path to his dorm room, wheedling and conniving so they can don the headset and experience computer-induced orgasms, drooling and shuddering and making weird noises while geeky college boys watch.
Because that's what every college coed wants to do.
(You know, after writing up the plots of all these direct-to-video sex films, I'm convinced they're going to have up for a new word to describe their plots and scripts -- "stupid" doesn't do them justice. Maybe "screwpid.")
There's even a bondage scene, with a character who likes to fantasize that he's James Bond who's found a damsel in distress. A bomb is under the table she's bound to, set to go off if she gets off the table. She only wants one thing, since he takes one look at the situation and gives up on rescuing her. She wants him to make love to her on the table before she dies. Well, it's a fantasy, after all.
Her hands are secured to the table top via a couple of metal bands so large they could go around her neck rather than her hands -- huge loops that she has to hang onto in order to avoid accidentally escaping from bondage during the sex. The poor bondage makes it not so much sexual bondage as just one big fleshy piece of stupidity.
If you've guessed that this bondage scene is a Loosie, congratulations -- you're a good 30 I.Q. points up on whoever wrote the script, or altered it to make it so stupid. But hey, the photographer and director were good enough to produce a lot of fine sex scenes -- and isn't that what great moviemaking is all about?