Sexual Confessions (2006) – By Brian Morton

 Alright, let’s just put it out there, I’m not a normal guy. I enjoy horror movies, I like a good exploitation movie, but I’m just not the best audience for the soft-core movies that are out there among them. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not coming out of any closets or anything, I enjoy a naked lady as much as the next guy, it’s just that when I watch a movie, I’d like there to be something there in addition to the nudity. Well, with Sexual Confessions, there’s not much more there.

This stars one of Seduction Cinema’s biggest stars, Darian Caine, and Darian is a very hot girl, but I would’ve liked to see her act a little more, and I know she can act, I’ve seen her in other movies! But, let’s take this as what it is, the story here is your basic porn plot, four women take turns going to a female psychiatrist telling her that they’re having trouble sleeping, all of them because of fantasies that they can’t get out of their heads. And, you guessed it, the fantasies are sexual! The 2006 version is your standard soft-core movies, lots of women, all naked, all writhing around…and there’s nothing wrong with that…but the movie is pretty short of acting or story. The real jewel of this DVD is the 1973 version of the same movie that’s included on the disc. This is like a relic from the past, which makes it very interesting to me. The 1973 version is basically the same story as the newer version, but the women aren’t nearly as pretty and in the older version, there are men involved. But, it’s kind of funny to see these people from the 70s, wearing those god-awful fashions, saying things that sound like some long outdated language now-a-days, it makes for a pretty entertaining experience.

Sexual Confessions isn’t a bad movie per-se, it’s just that it could’ve been a better movie that it is, but with addition of the extra 70s version, it’s worth your money! You can check it out for yourself at Seduction Cinema.com, it’s a little of today and yesterday, and it’s kind of interesting. So, until next we meet when I’ll be wearing my polyester leisure suit and growing out my sideburns, remember that the best movies are bad movies.