Fairly obscure even by storefront standards, DIAMOND DOUBLECROSS is a movie I'd only been aware of after seeing its trailer on a number of compilations. Unfortunately, it fails to live up to whatever small hype it managed to generate for itself: this is dull and desultory bargain-basement porn, hardly worth the trouble of tracking down.
We join studly Rick Cassidy and Carmen Olivera in the first scene, already mid-coitus, who take up the first 7 or so minutes of the film with rutting. At the end, Cassidy pulls on his vacuum-packed jeans and mumbles something about a hand-off (presumably of the diamonds), which is as close as the movie comes to a plot.
Things run totally off the rails from there, as Ray Sebastian and Franklin Anthony come across Annette Michael and Nancy Martin having car trouble. Deciding things might improve if they give the engine time to cool off, the guys invite the women in and the next 30 minutes of the 50-minute film are wasted with the four pairing off and humping in separate rooms. In a genre known for its slap-dash gratuitousness, this is about the lowest of the low, the early-'70s equivalent of the pizza boy showing up and dropping his drawers on the front stoop.
(SPOILERS?)
Rushing to conjure a movie into existence in the next 5 minutes, the film has the couples run off to the supposed hand-off for the diamond heist. What I presume is supposed to be Cassidy's car (he's never shown driving it) rushes by as the couples discover they're all undercover cops (so why were the two women stuck having car trouble if they were on a police raid?). Driving recklessly around what looks to be the vicinity of Mulholland Drive, Cassidy's car careens off the road, and the group arrives to fetch the diamonds. Succumbing to temptation, they decide to grab them for themselves and flee the country - though not before another bout of snogging.
Oh lord is this lame. With a title like DIAMOND DOUBLECROSS, the film sets up expectations it can't possibly meet on a budget of 50 bucks and a single-day shooting schedule (maybe a single afternoon, from the looks of it). Several of the women (and certainly Cassidy) are attractive, but the sex is all going-through-the-motions filler of the worst variety, and becomes interminable in the middle stretch. Hardly a diamond in the rough, this is one cloudy gemstone that should've stayed buried.
We join studly Rick Cassidy and Carmen Olivera in the first scene, already mid-coitus, who take up the first 7 or so minutes of the film with rutting. At the end, Cassidy pulls on his vacuum-packed jeans and mumbles something about a hand-off (presumably of the diamonds), which is as close as the movie comes to a plot.
Things run totally off the rails from there, as Ray Sebastian and Franklin Anthony come across Annette Michael and Nancy Martin having car trouble. Deciding things might improve if they give the engine time to cool off, the guys invite the women in and the next 30 minutes of the 50-minute film are wasted with the four pairing off and humping in separate rooms. In a genre known for its slap-dash gratuitousness, this is about the lowest of the low, the early-'70s equivalent of the pizza boy showing up and dropping his drawers on the front stoop.
(SPOILERS?)
Rushing to conjure a movie into existence in the next 5 minutes, the film has the couples run off to the supposed hand-off for the diamond heist. What I presume is supposed to be Cassidy's car (he's never shown driving it) rushes by as the couples discover they're all undercover cops (so why were the two women stuck having car trouble if they were on a police raid?). Driving recklessly around what looks to be the vicinity of Mulholland Drive, Cassidy's car careens off the road, and the group arrives to fetch the diamonds. Succumbing to temptation, they decide to grab them for themselves and flee the country - though not before another bout of snogging.
Oh lord is this lame. With a title like DIAMOND DOUBLECROSS, the film sets up expectations it can't possibly meet on a budget of 50 bucks and a single-day shooting schedule (maybe a single afternoon, from the looks of it). Several of the women (and certainly Cassidy) are attractive, but the sex is all going-through-the-motions filler of the worst variety, and becomes interminable in the middle stretch. Hardly a diamond in the rough, this is one cloudy gemstone that should've stayed buried.