You're Not Going Anywhere

Bree Mills hogs the writing credit, not a wise move given how stupid are the scenes depicted here. I would have thought she would place the blame on web subscribers, who have lately submitted equally dumb story ideas.

Opening scene rips off Stephen King (why not: he started his career I recall writing many a pastiche of H.P. Lovecraft and August Derleth horror tales before finding his niche) and in particular "Misery", in an infra dig/ridiculous story about A Fan(atic).

Anikka Albrite is obviously cast as Mick Blue's nuttily obsessive fan, given that she's his wife in real-life. Typically sleazy Tommy Pistol gets her a contest-victory visit to the set where Mick is humping Kristen Scott (softcore) but then Anikka gets the bum's rush and decides to take matters in her own hands.

She sabotages the brakes on Mick's sport car, causing a low-budget crash (i.e,. screen goes to black and we hear a canned sound effect reminding me of radio deejays using same as a gag back in the Top 40 '60s).

With his legs broken, he's her sexual prisoner, but Mick sure ain't complaining.

That lame story is followed by a pseudo-incest vignette that is thoroughly silly. Abella Danger is none too happy that her mom has adopted another forlorn guy to become her foster brother, but is immediately turned on when he turns out to be heart-throb Tyler Nixon. With her best bud Sara Luvv she forces him into a threesome, end of phony-baloney story.

Finale is another idiotic incest filler, as stepdad Tommy Gunn won't let his beautiful blonde kid Alex Grey borrow the car, so she easily seduces him to get it. Pointlessly, Jessy Jones guests (NonSex) as a Peeping Tom watching them hump through the window.