The thing is, I don’t connect with many of the performers. The exceptions are the adorable and endearing Cyd Loverboy (duh, he’s amazing) and Drew Deveaux. I like Red Jackhammer, too, but Red doesn’t really do anything exciting in this installment. The rest just don’t strike me as people I want to watch fucking. Let’s leave it at that.1
I was excited about the length of Seven Minutes 3 — at first. But I found that two hours is simply too much when so many of the scenes aren’t arousing to me. Out of the 11 scenes, there are about 3.5 I would watch again. And out of those, probably only two that I would watch a third time. I don’t like to resort to bulletpoint lists, but it’s the only way to accurately explain everything without seeming scatterbrained:
Lack of cat slinking around in the other ten scenes.
Also, the style of the video confessionals has changed completely. Now they are in black and white, which I think gives the film a darker atmosphere than it should. The previous video confessionals were bright, colorful and set against a white background, which felt more playful and fun.
Even though the scenes aren’t very long, and some of them are quite short, they tend to feel tedious. And let me tell you, the word tedious is not something that should come to my mind while watching porn. Seven Minutes 3 aims for greatness and epic length, but instead just feels painfully long and under-edited. Of course, I wouldn’t be saying that if all the scenes were hot. But they aren’t.
It’s possible that I’m a total weirdo, and that others would find these scenes/people way hotter than I did, so I’ll leave room for that. But suffice to say, Seven Minutes in Heaven 3 is just not up my alley the way the previous ones were.