Owned version: The DVD released in 2007 by Subversive Cinema, after which they immediately exhaled their dying breath and shuttered.
Acquired: 2008, likely April or May, from an unknown source - I thought I'd purchased it from Amazon, but there's zero record of that, so I dunno.
Seen before?: Twice, both times from this disc - I watched the XXX cut on April 27th, 2009 and the X cut on March 11th, 2010. That second viewing led to this review.
As usual, I find myself in disagreement with my prior review, yet this time it has nothing to do with the film in question - indeed, I have little to add to my drive-by assessment. My disagreement this time comes in fobbing off an entire genre in the process of shrugging over this specific example of said genre. "who really deigns to watch porn films all the way through?" I said, and jesus what a dumbfuck I was back then, I've seen a few other classic-era porn films since then and of course you can watch them all the way through if they're good enough just like any other genre of film. Back then, with limited experience in the genre, I assumed I was safe using Alice to make that generalization; now I can simply point out that Alice is no Sex World. Always growth, that's our aim here.
If it sounds like I'm stalling, engaging in a bit of throat-clearing... well, yeah. I don't have anything to add, really, like I said. This is my third time through it, and it's not a complicated object. It hasn't gotten any less threadbare, the songs haven't gotten any more memorable, the jokes haven't gotten any less corny (seriously, they even throw in the "order in the court"/"ham on rye" gag) and Kristine De Bell hasn't gotten any less appealing. The only real point of fluctuation is on how much I think De Bell's innocent/smutty magnetism compensates for the shabbiness of the film she's in. This time around, I think that well may have finally been exhausted for me. I don't foresee going back to this disc ever again.
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Okay, maybe one thing before I go see what I can get for this on eBay - Alice hinges on the innocent naturalization of sexuality, on the idea that "good girls don't" is goofy and retrograde and everyone does it whatever their inclination because sex is good and fun and positive. Which I am very much in favor of. Yet, this film is so ham-fisted that it manages to fuck up even that easy lay-up. The "If You Haven't Got Dreams, You Ain't Got Nothin'" number is a paeon to keeping wonder and magic in your life, to avoiding the very adult temptation to get exhausted and jaded... but it does so by arguing for a certain child-like approach to the world, to the point of pleading, "If they'd just kept a little bit of kid in them..." Now, I understand that's not meant to be literal. But if you're taking a popular children's book, already made into a famous film by a children's-entertainment titan, and including a song wherein actors in children's-theater-level fur suits make the case that you should stay in touch with the child within, then immediately follow that song with a bit wherein the fur people lick Alice all over her body, including one (played, I believe, by adult-film mainstay Terri Hall) who goes for it and gives Alice her first dose of head... well, I can't help but think you're accidentally advocating pedophilia, is what.
Even if that's indeed accidental, Tweedledee and Tweedledum are totally intended to be brother and sister, it's right there in the dialogue, so all I want to do is scream WHY ARE YOU DESTROYING YOUR FLUFFY, CHEERFUL SEX-POSITIVE PORNO WITH UBER-TABOO FETISH SHIT WHY WHY WHY
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