Nobody does classy smut quite like DORCEL. The French may not know how to win a war, but they damn sure know how to stage an orgy. In Dating, Anita Rover and Tommy Cabrio take us on a decadent detour through the crumbling highways of monogamy, steering into the sensual skid and embracing the glorious chaos of open-minded carnality.

It’s the kind of premise that used to get you tossed off broadcast TV, or at least sent to Dr. Phil for a finger-wagging. But in DORCEL’s world, it’s handled with elegance, heat, and a welcome sense of fuck it, let’s feel something.

Anita Rover owns this film like it’s a lease-to-fuck option. She’s present in every frame—either emotionally or physically spread wide. From the first scene (her diddling herself to phone porn like a horny millennial left home alone) to her powerful strap-on scene with Dorothy Black, Anita’s journey is as much about reclaiming personal power as it is about soaking hotel linens in body butter.

That first solo is short but potent—a three-minute sizzle that sets the tone and proves, once again, that nothing sells like a woman who wants it. And that’s the throughline here: desire, genuine and unfiltered. Whether it’s the girlfriend-next-door vibe she brings to Charlie Dean’s loopy stairs-side blowjob or the way she directs a bisexual three-way like she’s Orson Welles with a clit, Anita is electric.

And let’s talk about that threesome—Tommy, Charlie, and Anita in a BDSM-flavored finale that delivers more slap, gag, and squirt than a bondage brunch at the Waldorf. It’s not just hot. It’s happily depraved. Anita doesn’t just tolerate being shared—she orchestrates it. This ain’t cuckold porn. This is queen bee with two drones porn, and I’m here for it.

Then there’s the cherry on top: the lesbian scenes. They’re not just thrown in for titillation—they pulse with purpose. The moment with Dorothy Black is particularly strong. It builds with that slow-burn DORCEL tension and pays off with an aggressive, strap-on-fueled climax that feels earned, not staged. These women are into each other, and it shows. This isn’t “kissy-kissy for the guys.” This is two grown-ass women knowing exactly how to wreck each other’s day in the best possible way.

The acting? Surprisingly solid. Catherine Knight brings a light Euro-art film elegance to her scenes, delivering lines like “I took the plunge and gave him a kiss” like she’s confessing to murder in a Bergman film. And Tommy Cabrio is perfectly cast as the slightly sketchy, oddly romantic, car-humping boyfriend who makes polyamory seem almost quaint.

Visually, DORCEL once again proves why they’re the Prada of Porn. Silky lighting, gorgeous backdrops, and that smooth-glide camera work that makes even spit look high fashion.

So why a 4.0 on the PeterMeter and not higher? A couple nitpicks: one or two transitions felt more plot-dump than plot-driven, and Charlie Dean’s presence—while serviceable—feels more like casting filler than fantasy fuel. The scenes are hot, no doubt, but we’ve seen DORCEL push boundaries further, take risks deeper.

But let’s not act like a 4.0 isn’t fucking awesome. Still, Dating is a near-perfect blend of glamour, grit, and good old-fashioned group fuckery. It explores modern love and lust with the kind of clarity and heat that’ll make you question why the hell we ever thought fidelity meant boring sex.

Bottom line? If you’re looking for grown-up porn that respects women’s desires without dialing down the raunch, this is your ticket. It’s beautiful, bold, and just dirty enough to leave you thinking about your ex, your therapist, and your next threesome—all in the same breath.

Watch it here.

—P.

Phil Italiano

Publisher, Visionary, Provocateur

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