Director: Steven Scarborough
Stars: Zak Spears, Brad Stone, Tom Katt, Chuck Barron
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The Abduction series, so nearly sublime, ends in ridiculous fashion with this coked-out muddle. For no apparent reason, the story has been transferred to a tacky-looking mock-Moroccan pleasure dome where some cheesy Prince What’s-his-name requires endless sexual gratification to perpetuate a magic spell that has granted him everlasting youth and beauty (it obviously hasn’t worked).
Via a clumsily-worded three-and-a-half-minute story crawl at the start of the film - a la Star Wars – we learn that this film is connected to the previous two movies, which were set in spare and sexy fascist dungeons, are connected because the dungeons are where the Prince’s minions secure him new meat. A rebel band of rescuers are trying to bust up the secret abduction ring, and their efforts are draining the Prince of his life force.
This bloated preamble sets the scene for high absurdity with the film opening on an effete High Priest summoning some kind of dwarf-wizard to assist the ailing Prince. A bunch of black guards in Aladdin costumes force the wizard to do the bidding of the ghastly Priest, who is made up like Mephisto and whose disembodied chalk-white head keeps popping up throughout the film in the style of Eileen Dietz’s “demon face” flashing up to great effect during The Exorcist.
Why all of this infantile drivel had to be poured all over what had been quite a stylish and very sexy series of films is beyond me, but thankfully, we leave most of it behind as Redemption’s non-stop sex scenes commence. As with the other films of the series, some of the guys are very hot and the faux s&m accoutrements of dog collars, leads and enema kits add a bit of spice to what is otherwise your basic sunbed-and-beauty shop Santa Monica Blvd porn.
Ex-hairdresser Brad Stone plays the Prince, who lounges around listlessly for most of the movie before copping an obedient head job off Chip Daniels, who he then fucks vigorously with his famously thick dick, which not so famously, doesn’t get very hard. Born again ex-gay Tom Katt looks fantastic (I wish he didn’t wax his armpits, though) and plays a great scene as a drunken guard who passes out and is gang raped by some surprisingly energetic inmates.
The rebels bust into the abduction headquarters and knock over some fake looking props before one of them is briefly fucked by the magnificent Zak Spears before turning the tables on his hairy nemesis and manramming him into next week. The photos (remember them) are secured, and I guess the Prince is destroyed. No one can be sure, as the film ends abruptly and we don’t ever find out what happened back in wherever we were. Before the credits roll, the Priest’s head gives one more demonic chuckle for absolutely no apparent reason and to no effect at all.
Redemption also suffers from a bit of false advertising: burly Chance Caldwell, so memorably fucked in The Abduction and tickle-tortured in The Conflict, is listed as a star but appears fleetingly in a non-sexual role, and remains fully-clothed! Maybe I fast-forwarded through his appearance, but I don’t remember seeing Jake Andrews in this film either, and he too is listed as a star of the show.