Angelina is an 18-year-old girl on the verge of finishing high school. Her family life isn't exactly easy with her mother being an alcoholic and her
step-father being creepily unstable. One day her boyfriend suggests she take naked pictures for money. She is hesitant at first but after realizing the monetary potential, she leaves with her best friend to San Francisco where she starts working in pornography under the name Cherry. Stephen Elliott's About Cherry is one of the worst indie films I have seen in quite awhile with seemingly no point or purpose behind what it presents the viewer. I guess the filmmakers intention was to present a portrait of how certain individuals get involved in the porn industry but our main protagonist Angelina goes through absolutely no change outside of deciding to take her clothes off and have sex in front of a camera. All of the supporting characters which revolve around Angelina are one-dimensional walking stereotypes from the alcoholic mother to the best friend who hides his true feelings about her. This aforementioned best friend angle truly bothered me for being incredibly cliché and ridiculous. Angelina literally lays on top of him, often in her underwear, cuddles with him constantly and yet she gets mad at him when she catching him watching her videos. She screams "Do you love me? Do you Love me? I guess just not enough to jerk-off to someone else" What kind of logic is that?? Especially given this character's actions. The other main subplot revolving around Heather Graham and her girlfriend is also unbearable, ultimately pulling away some semblance of Angelina's story arch. Well who am I kidding, this character has absolutely no arch with this film having absolutely nothing to say. I've always said I'd much rather watch a bad Hollywood blockbuster (Battleship or Priest for example) than a bad indie film, and this film reaffirms why.
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