I have enjoyed certain Paul Norman movies in the past, notably the classically screwy "Edward Penishands", but this completing half of his Siamese Twins 2-parter is bad. What we have is a modern version of a 1930s exploitation movie, poorly executed.
The first half titled "Joined!" was soap opera, with Sabre and Racquel Darrian literally joined at the hip. Racquel falls in love with her (real-life partner) Derrick Lane, and selfishly Lane gets tired of "sharing" her with her omnipresent sister, urging surgery to separate the girls.
In Part 2, after a 3-minute recap, we get the promised surgery, with Henri Pachard joining filmmaker Paul Norman as co-director and even casting himself as the surgeon sawing away at the flesh/cartilage that connects the twins, with gory, bloody special effects action. This is so reminiscent of those ancient exploitation epics, epitomized in the good old days by including "birth of a baby" explicit medical footage in the middle of a soap opera.
But once the girls are separated, the movie literally falls apart. First, there's no traces of scars on S & R's bodies after the bloody operation. Arbitrary sex scene after sex scene is presented, having nothing to do with the story or its theme, culminating in an endless orgy set in a bathroom with Sabre joined by Cara Lott, Sharon Kane and Tianna plus the superstar studs. Actual ending was bad beyond belief, leaving us with the twins each seemingly beset by endless orgasms, presented as a problem akin to some poor soul who can't stop hiccuping. That's supposed to be funny!
A large crew is displayed in the end credits, and apparently Norman takes his work seriously, even though insulting his audience is clearly his true aim. Thanks for nothing, PN.
The first half titled "Joined!" was soap opera, with Sabre and Racquel Darrian literally joined at the hip. Racquel falls in love with her (real-life partner) Derrick Lane, and selfishly Lane gets tired of "sharing" her with her omnipresent sister, urging surgery to separate the girls.
In Part 2, after a 3-minute recap, we get the promised surgery, with Henri Pachard joining filmmaker Paul Norman as co-director and even casting himself as the surgeon sawing away at the flesh/cartilage that connects the twins, with gory, bloody special effects action. This is so reminiscent of those ancient exploitation epics, epitomized in the good old days by including "birth of a baby" explicit medical footage in the middle of a soap opera.
But once the girls are separated, the movie literally falls apart. First, there's no traces of scars on S & R's bodies after the bloody operation. Arbitrary sex scene after sex scene is presented, having nothing to do with the story or its theme, culminating in an endless orgy set in a bathroom with Sabre joined by Cara Lott, Sharon Kane and Tianna plus the superstar studs. Actual ending was bad beyond belief, leaving us with the twins each seemingly beset by endless orgasms, presented as a problem akin to some poor soul who can't stop hiccuping. That's supposed to be funny!
A large crew is displayed in the end credits, and apparently Norman takes his work seriously, even though insulting his audience is clearly his true aim. Thanks for nothing, PN.