Critical Rating: AAAA 1/2
Four pandemic-themed erotic featurettes.
After a moment of reverie with an online serenity guru, Scarlit Scandal is summoned by text messages: Hubby//Can you help me, honey?/I have to pee so bad. She suits up: grey sweats, goggles, paper mask, transparent face shield, earplugs, pink rubber gloves. The camera does a slow ominous truck toward a door with an OSHA-style NOTICE MEDICAL ISOLATION sign as Scandal comes out with a tray of barely-eaten food, the ominous sound of chest-heaving coughing behind her. She scrapes the food into a red hazmat bag and scrubs the dishes and silverware, discarding the disposable PPE and scrubbing her hands as she counts down the 20 seconds. When deliveryman Jake Adams comes to the door, she flirtatiously smiles at him through a window, and when he drops his mask to smile back she sighs. When he comes back another day, she runs out to get the package, still clad in lingerie but he hasn’t left yet. As she improvises a mas