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 unique fare like ‘Cindy, Queen Of Hell’ and this year’s ‘Three Cheers For Satan,’ her unique blend of intercourse, gore and camp has turn out to be to All Hallow’s Eve what the Grinch and Charlie Brown are to Christmas!”
Bree Mills tapped Angel as a logical decision for the inaugural season of Grownup Time’s “Under The Bed” anthology, which the company’s Chief Inventive Officer described as “present day horror television for grownups that transpires 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 best pals (played by Angel and Katrina Jade) and her boyfriend (Small Hands) in a horrific auto accident.
Lennon’s guilt-ridden go to to their graves on the anniversary of their deaths, according to the rep, “takes a terrifying and sexy turn, however, when they rise from their caskets to engage in a spirited 3-on-1 detest-fuck zombie orgy!”
“While it’s been a tradition of mine to make a attribute horror-comedy every 12 months for Burning Angel,” Angel explained, “this 12 months I now have some thing to make you laugh and make you cry. Both way, there’s a good 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 capabilities. “Lacy is amazing! Her tears and screams felt so genuine, it was petrifying. She’s a real star, in both acting and intercourse. For that reason, I’ll forgive her for murdering me.”
“I had no clue what I was acquiring myself into when I got my script from Joanna,” extra Lennon. “I was stoked to perform for and with some of the most wonderful individuals in our industry. By the end of the set, I had a scraped knee, no far more vocals from all the screaming and some great intercourse that had my legs shaking consistently. There was 1 stage in which we were attempting to figure out the intercourse and we all explained, ‘Fuck yeah, we’ll fuck in the filth!’ Ha!”