The guys who produce Marty Zion's films are in an odd love/hate relationship with him. Oh sure, they love the money Zion makes for them, but they hate the horrible things they have to do beforehand. Looking at the profit margins of Shades of Red, Mystified and Illumination for courage, they get ready to do it again. "Jesus, this place stinks.""Over there! He's in the cage where they used to keep Hannibal Lector.""M-Marty?""HUNGRY!""It's O.K., Marty! Look! We brought you a Critic!""No!"the Critic screams, "Aaiiieee!"Afterwards, one of the producers asks, "Ready to do another film, Marty?""HELL, YEAH!,"Zion smiles, picking his teeth with a bone. "ME VERY HORNY."Is the gory carnage worth it? Well, if you like exceptional, out-of-the-ordinary smut with dazzling visuals, elaborate sets and intense, mind-blowing fucking n' sucking, "Hell, Yeah!"Zion is a lunatic genius, the adult film community's answer to Ridley Scott, and we're lucky to have him. After a thrilling and cunningly-animated credit sequence that takes the audience's breath away , Zion brings us what looks like a XXX-rated Gotham City. It's triumph of set design that brings to mind Fritz Lang's Metropolis, the classic sci-fi 1927 film. In five sensual, exquisitely-photographed chapters entitled City Scape, Moon Dance, Night Life, Neon Alleys and Roof Tops, we see sex that's not anchored by mundane reality. It's primal and ferocious. The cast looks like models who stepped from the pages of Men's Fitnessand Maxim. Plot? Dialogue? Who cares? As you're watching Zion's Metropolis, your brain cells are boiling in a pot of testosterone anyway, y'know? Give Zion whatever he wants. Metropolis is worth the price. There's plenty of Critics around. Hey! Michael Medved! Get over here!
Reviewed by: Sci-FiPolyGuy from Unknown.