LOS ANGELES — “Porn’s Queen of Halloween” Joanna Angel writes, directs and stars in “The Evening They Came for Lacy,” an episode of Pure Taboo’s new horror anthology “Under the Bed.”
“For years, Joanna has been porn’s Queen Of Halloween,” says a rep. “From parodies of ‘Frankenstein’ and ‘The Walking Dead’ to authentic fare like ‘Cindy, Queen Of Hell’ and this year’s ‘Three Cheers For Satan,’ her special mix of intercourse, gore and camp has grow to be to All Hallow’s Eve what the Grinch and Charlie Brown are to Christmas!”
Bree Mills tapped Angel as a logical selection for the inaugural season of Grownup Time’s “Under The Bed” anthology, which the company’s Chief Imaginative Officer described as “contemporary horror television for grownups that happens to have intercourse in it.”
In the episode, entitled “The Evening They Came for Lacy,” the titular protagonist flashes back to the day that she (Lacy Lennon) killed two of her greatest pals (played by Angel and Katrina Jade) and her boyfriend (Tiny Hands) in a horrific car accident.
Lennon’s guilt-ridden check out to their graves on the anniversary of their deaths, according to the rep, “takes a terrifying and attractive turn, though, when they rise from their caskets to engage in a spirited three-on-1 hate-fuck zombie orgy!”
“While it is been a tradition of mine to make a characteristic horror-comedy every yr for Burning Angel,” Angel explained, “this yr I now have one thing to make you laugh and make you cry. Both way, there’s a great deal of blood and intercourse, and the members of Grownup Time will have lots of gore to wank it to this October!”
Angel praised rising star Lennon’s acting abilities. “Lacy is extraordinary! Her tears and screams felt so actual, it was petrifying. She’s a real star, in both acting and intercourse. For that cause, I’ll forgive her for murdering me.”
“I had no clue what I was obtaining myself into when I received my script from Joanna,” additional Lennon. “I was stoked to function for and with some of the most remarkable people in our market. By the end of the set, I had a scraped knee, no more vocals from all the screaming and some wonderful intercourse that had my legs shaking continuously. There was 1 stage in which we had been trying to figure out the intercourse and we all said, ‘Fuck yeah, we’ll fuck in the grime!’ Ha!”