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By
Giacomo Tramontagna
Fallen Angel 2: Descending
Rating: 2 Stars
Titan Media. Produced by Robert Kirsch.
Directed by Robert Kirsch and Bruce Cam.
Videography by Bruce Cam. Edited by Tab
Lloyd. Music by Brandy Dalton of Drance.
Starring Kyle Brandon, Dean Coulter,
Damon Page, Harold Creg, Josh Perez,
Jackson Reid, Frank Parker, Kirk Allen,
Thomas Lloyd, Mike Roberts, Tripp Doyle,
Keith Web, Manboy, Rob Thomas, Peter
Bax, Paul King, and Steve Cannon.
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In this busy sequel to 1997's Fallen
Angel, Mephistophelean Kyle Brandon leads leatherman Alex Stone to a bunker near the Golden Gate Bridge, where they enter
a scene out of Rodin's Gate of Hell-- and MTV. Once the opening credits have run their course, you wait for the arty embellishments to go away, but they keep coming
at you for nearly two hours. (In the uncensored full-length mail-order version, that
is.) FA2 is a phantasmagoria of hyperactive super-impositions, jump cuts,
lighting displays, and tongues of flame. The effect could not be more alienating if co-directors Robert Kirsch and Bruce Cam had decided to minimize viewer involvement.
All the action takes place on a single set, a steel-pipe jungle-gym structure that looks designed for some '70s Grotowskian performance experiment-- the Theatre
of Screaming Touchy-Feely. Fallen Angel, a hot, effective leather-porn re-imagining of Wim Wenders's
Wings of Desire, was beautifully paced and focused.
Here, desperate to top themselves, co-directors Bruce Cam and Robert Kirsch keep flailing their way into incoherence. Sequences aren't shaped; nothing builds. The
sex seems secondary.
Floating in the technical glitz are shards of what might have been if Chi Chi LaRue, for example, had been in charge. The failure of
FA2 can't be blamed on the large, powerhouse cast. In elaborate leather and latex fetish regalia, they look terrific. Damon Page and Thomas Lloyd, who kiss and fuck through a chain-link
fence, maintain a rapport that survives editorial overkill. The flogging of Jackson Reid is disturbing and intense. And Kyle Brandon, whose penis is pierced on camera in
the startling final sequence, is charismatic enough to give this farrago a center. When diabolical red flashes appear in his eyes, you may not be sure it's a special effect.
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