Mother's Little Helper

In what no doubt is one of the most demented adult films of 2015, director B. Skow weaves a sordid tale of murder, addiction, delusion and all-around unsettling behavior in “Mother’s Little Helper.”

This isn’t your father’s Girlfriends Films, not with the fearless Skow ushering us into some dark places in what otherwise would be classified as a couples movie. If you’re looking for a warm and fuzzy plot with your latest dose of boy/girl porn, this is not your elixir. But if you want some seedy twists, psychotic characters and unapologetically kinky sex, we have plenty of material here.

Skow reveals in the intro he was inspired by The Rolling Stones’ song “Mother’s Little Helper,” which was recorded in Los Angeles in 1965, to shoot this over-the-top banger. The song deals with the sudden popularity of diazepam, a mild tranquilizer, among housewives and the ease of obtaining it.

Angie (Dana DeArmond) is going insane from her addiction to the drug and its driving her husband Mick (Evan Stone) and stepdaughter Bianca (Kasey Warner) crazy too.

It seems that the only thing that can calm Angie down is Emily (Ava Dalush), her ex. Trouble is, Emily is only with her in spirit — literally — because Mick killed her.

But Mick’s ex-wife Claudine (Penny Pax) is a pharmacist who thinks she knows how to bring Emily “back,” so she at least appears for a lot of the movie to be helping Mick and Bianca cope with Angie’s outlandish tendencies. But what are Claudine’s real motives for helping her ex’s family? And why does she want to be back with Mick, if he’s really a cold-blooded killer?

“I know what I’m doing is wrong, but I want my family back,” Claudine says as Skow steadily ratchets up the drama.

While these questions are pondered, we see Angie (DeArmond) continue to unravel in a series of hallucinations where she imagines that the gorgeous Emily is with her — in some cases even fucking her.

DeArmond’s turn as a deranged lunatic is hauntingly believable, holding nothing back in an emotionally charged, gripping performance. Evan Stone meanwhile projects a quietly sinister quality that suits the story well. All of these unseemly characterizations make for some absolutely filthy sex.

For starters, when Angie and Emily finally get it on it’s a volcanic eruption of pussy on pussy action full of raw and real orgasms.

When Mick and Claudine go at it just like old times, it seems forbidden in a good way and comes off as dirty and sizzling as rekindling an old flame gets.

The climax gets all kinds of weird as viewers will be pleasantly surprised, if not shocked that Skow is really going there with a torrid threesome involving Emily, Angie and yikes, Bianca (Kasey Warner)!

It turns out Bianca is not as innocent as one would’ve thought, not even close. And not only does Angie know that and exploit it, it also gives her father food for thought in a taboo moment.

Skow leaves us with an ending that will make you think because there are no real heroes in this flick, just people with seemingly few, if any ethics. It’s a film with the right amount of wrong that doesn’t just turn the conventional narrative on it’s head it smashes it with a wink and a smile.