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Date: Wed, 10 Aug 1994 11:16:35
VCA Platinum
released 1994, produced 1990
Dir: Andrew Blake
CAST:
Zara Whites, Savannah, Kelly Jackson (Racquel Darrian),
Amber Lynn, Jeanna Fine, Viviana, Nina Alexander (Julia
Parton), Zorena, Randy West, Jennifer Kingsley, Brad Gerig,
Capri Danell, Peter North, Marc Wallice, Bridgitte Monroe,
Tera Heart, Blake West, Jon Dough, Ashley Lauren, Marc
Francis, Casey Williams
SYNOPSIS:
Zara owns an art gallery. (Zara does not do the voice
over) Similar to Secrets in structure (Ashlyn talks about
vignettes; Zara talks about vignettes).
SCENE DESCRIPTIONS
NOTE: I have taken the liberty of naming the scenes. Also, Zara
appears in most of the scenes as a cutaway, so I have not
listed her as a performer in the scene unless she really part
of it. Also, most all of the scenes are shot without ambient
sound.
"The Painter"
Savannah, Jon Dough
A long, slow fuck. "Zara" narrates, while Zara masturbates. The
Jon/Savannah pairing is "sensual" (read: slow and long). She is
totally without emotion, much like Blake. She is just a beautiful
thing getting fucked. He eats, fucks, she blows him, then he cums
on her ass.
"The Staircase"
Amber Lynn, Zara Whites, Jeanna Fine, Nina Alexander, Peter North,
Viviana
My, what small tits Jeanna has! And Amber looks strikingly like
Janine, star of Hidden Obsessions. Nina and Jeanna get it on,
while Amber and Zara watch from above. Zara and Amber masturbate
with dildoes. Everyone looks hot, though the action is tame.
Peter North and Viviana enter, and Jeanna and Nina move away.
Peter eats Viviana then fucks her vigorously, doggie then a ride
'em cowgirl. Two more girls are masturbating on the stairs, but I
do not know who they are -- they do not seem to be Nina or Jeanna.
Viviana blows Peter and he, in turn, blows a MONSTER load on her
face.
"Poolside, or Boy, am I wet..."
Zara Whites, Marc Wallice
More of the same. Zara gets nailed against a wall. He cums on her
box/belly.
"Take my picture, Mister"
Kelly Jackson (Racquel Darrian), Derrick Lane, Photographer
Derrick and Racquel show us something we've never seen before --
them fucking. The pictures that Racquel poses for are artistic,
but sexy? Nah. Maybe, at most. This has a little ambient sound,
but not much. He shoots a pretty decent load on her face.
"Paint Me Tickled Pink"
Ashley Lauren, Zara Whites, Brunette Girl, Photographer #2
Body painting on canvas. Pretty cool, actually. Paint is slopped
on our lovely models who then press themselves onto the canvas
covered floor. Cool shapes. The girls eat each other out. The
guy, poor fella, gets to kiss and feel a little, but nothing more.
Flies out at second.
"Freeshow! Semour!"
Amber Lynn, Zara Whites, Randy West, Brunette Girl #2
Zara, Randy and the Brunette (name??) put on a show for Amber who
watches and masturbates from a perch high above on a balcony. Good
stuff from Amber. Zara gets fucked, brunette gets fucked,. Randy
tit fucks the brunette, then drops a huge load (by Randy's
stadards) onto her chin and neck. Decent. Her tits are bigger than
his dick.
"Designing Woman..."
Zara Whites, Sandra Scream (credited as ???), unknown blonde
Look out MTV, Andy's in town! Mostly soft-core fondling in sepia
and over-exposed film look. Zara looks on and touches herself
distractedly. A touch of 'lingus from the blondes. Where's Woody
Long when we need him?
"You again?"
Zara, Savannah
Savannah is back, but not as the artist we met in Episode One, but
as a model. Zara invites her "back to her place" and they kiss a
lot, then fondle each other, then eat each other. Savannah gets it
from a gold tipped dildo, which actually makes her move. (LaserDisc
owners, on slo-mo, you can really see her hips move!) Fade to
blue.
CONCLUSION:
Though I am feeling particularly ornery and
iconoclastic tonight, this was nothing special. I feel we have
seen all there is to see from Mr. Blake's bag of tricks. Due to
the age of this piece, it almost seems like a Savannah tribute, but
the pre-death advertising in AVN belies that fallacy.
The big selling point of the flick is its three facials. The
number of scenes, though more than a standard flick, is much less
than a normal Blake shoot. That was kind of disappointing.
A pretty scene doesn't do it for me anymore. I have been spoiled
by too much quality from Andrew Blake, and need more from him...
Something I do not think I will ever get. To Mr. Blake, I feel I
have seen enough.
RATING
One of Blake's lesser outings... 2.00
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