The Wedding

As a fan of British porn star Poppy Morgan I felt betrayed watching her in "The Wedding", touted as a personal film but coming off as more dreaded fake reality TV. It's a hard one to sit through.

Gimmick is that purportedly she actually got married and we can peek at the wedding night and aftermath. That's untrue and what we see is a series of lousy sex scenes which have no real story to go with them and do not show Poppy in a good light.

Darren Morgan directed and is apparently the husband (named "Dave" for some reason), but none of this is adequately established within the video, and the action makes no sense. Action is set at the Gretna Hall Hotel, with apparently some promotional fee of sorts changing hands for the plug (it's a real British lodging that offers wedding packages to this day).

What happens there should have stayed in Vegas, as it consists of mechanical sex that is utterly pointless. We don't get any affection, conflict, intrigue, just porn by the pound. And Poppy has looked better in routine assignments.

Local nonentity Johnny Rebel shows up as the Best Man, and Brit porn regular Tony Uttley gets his dick into the mix. A four-girl bachelorette orgy is tossed in with many dildos to kill time and during the honeymoon Poppy humps the pool man, played by Pascal White -too old for the role and too ubiquitous in Brit Porn to be believable.

While hubby's away, Poppy masturbates or has Sapphic sex with a lovely young cleaning lady -clearly yet another hardly subtle ad for the hotel.

It turns out that Poppy's American XXX career is far more interesting than her primitive Brit screen efforts like this one.