A cheap motel where everyone's already naked and nobody asks why.
It was raining like it was the end of the fucking world...as Kenny and Danielle made their way down a seemingly endless stretch of desert highway. In the distance, blurred flashing lights of a distant motel seemed to give the car a mind of it's own as the sex hungry couple races down the desolate road. A strange night is about to become much stranger as they arrive at a seedy outdated motel, where they're greeted by the shady night crew Paula, Candice and Jarred who welcome them as though they were expected. On the way to their pitiful rooms they're are assaulted by the sounds and smells of sexual encounters. One by one they're introduced to several other couples who've also arrived under unusual circumstances. As the storm rages on outside the odd becomes the bizarre as the stranded strangers engage in frenzied sex with each other...an almost hypnotic air of decadence and perversion engulf them, traps them and turns the normal into the forbidden from which there is no way back.
Production
Gritty motel aesthetic that reeks of authenticity and bleach.
Direction
Clousot's hypnotic pacing drags you into the decadence.
Director
François Clousot
Trivia, insights & behind the scenes
François Clousot directed numerous adult features in the early 2000s, often blending genre elements with explicit content.
The 'motel trap' structure directly riffs on 1960s exploitation cinema like Motel Hell and The Devil in Miss Jones, updated for the DVD era.
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