Porn Valley- Imagine some of those wonderful mystical prints and Tarot drawings you see in psychic shops being brought to exquisite life. That’s the essence of John T. Bone’s Wicca for New Sensations. Wicca, is a dialogue-free exercise, which, with its seven hammering sex scenes, thrives to the beat of hypnotic music, lusciously mounted camerawork, turbulent esoterica and provocative sexual dalliance. I hear Hustler may be doing a big piece on it. And, if so, I could see why.

Because the real beauty of the movie is the fact that the American porn audience gets to see that Brazil is not a land of grass skirts, crocodile spears and shrunken heads but a country of infinite beauty that boasts a porn performing gentry equivalent on every level to its American counterpart. The women that Bone has assembled are breathtaking and contrary to the flat-featured, big assed stereotype you might have expected. Not that that’s a bad thing, either. The men, by the same token, are, likewise, buff and handsome. And, when all is assembled, there’s a sense of rhythm and chemistry that’s genuinely tuned to the couples’ sensibility. And that’s an important point to stress being that sensible porn is finding less and less product to suit its needs. So it’s nice to see Bone, ever the front line sexual firebrand who essays the role of a King Lear figure in this piece, soften the edge a bit to accommodate the rest of the world.

Outside of a couple of generalized comments to make about the sex scenes- any of which could summon an awards nomination on strength of composition, scenario and heat, I’d be at a loss to name the participants. The blond in scene seven is definitely worth checking out. The brunette in scene one is engulfed in a d.p. of legs which lend the impression that she’s hostage to a giant crab. Varieties and combinations of astonishing bodies thrive throughout.

And, if you look close, really, really close you’ll catch a glimpse of Aurora Snow in cameo. And, no, she’s not doing duck or dolphin impressions.