London Fetish Girls

Like most fetish films, "London Fetish Girls" recounts an all-girl, quasi-story in vignettes, utilizing a focus on the instrument of pain, the almost delicate yet aggressive movements of the girls, all that jazz. This flick pushed the envelope in terms of the combined effect of music, fetish-wear, lighting and movement. We open with what appears to be a female corpse (attractive, of course) and another woman washing up to work on the body, but then the woman on the table slab comes to life and is taken care of in a much more lively, sensual way. First a massage, then comes the pain in the form of a tool glowing neon orange, dishing out tiny electric shocks. Inventive stuff. These girls don't speak throughout the movie, they don't need to. The music and lights go non-stop, creating a mood that reminds me of walking straight into the London underworld. And you know what? I love it. The first scene is my favorite, so much so that I didn't want it to end and open up with new girls in a new environment. The scenes which follow do satisfy the fan of all things fetish; however, they pale in comparison to the first. Heck, I'd check it out just for the opener. In my professional, bisexual opinion, you can't go wrong with two hot blondes dressed like they belong in A Clockwork Orange. -by Jersey Jade