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I'm taking a break from my normal play by play, scene-by-scene
reviewing style and moving to a more thematic, perceptual style
reminiscent of our good buddy Imperator.
I watched two movies last night, both from the early to mid 80s and
both directed by porn legend Henri Pachard. Both were films I had
seen as a kid, smooth talking the apathetic video store clerks that
I really was 18 when I was 16 tops.
I had my wife by my side to show her what porn was capable of, in
the days before video.
Taboo, American Style, Part I
The evening started off with Taboo, American Style, Part I. This
was an ambitious effort from Pachard in 1985. A four part
miniseries dealing the evil machinations of one Nine Sutherland,
played by a very young Raven. Her dad, Harding (Paul Thomas) and
Mom (Gloria Leonard) round out her family with a 16 year old (it
seemed) Tom Byron playing her brother, aptly named, Tom.
The Sutherlands are a well-to-do family, we're told. Harding is a
successful financial analyst, and Mom is very concerned about
appearances... and about the gardener, Mr. Chernaske (R Bolla)
The film is heavy on plot and light on sex. It opens with R Bolla
enjoying Gloria Leonard.. however, Gloria does not seem to be alive
at all... couple this with some HORRID audio looping and dubbing,
and you have the beginning of a lukewarm film.
The plot, which stretches over four (FOUR!) tapes begins innocently
enough. Prudish Mom doesn't want young Tom to gout with gutter
trash like Lisa Chernaske (Taija Rae). So instead, Nina invites
Lisa over, and after while the parents are getting busy, leads her
into Tom's room.
The Paul Thomas/Gloria Leonard coupling is lukewarm, and in the end
frustrating as she rolls over and goes to sleep, leaving PT with a
woody and a frown. However, sex scene of the movie goes to Taija
and Tom who have a spirited romp marred only by some bad audio
dubbing.
After the Tom/Taija tryst, Nina gives a terribly stilted textbook
masturbation lesson to Lisa. "First, you rub the clitoris... the
clitoris is the small penis like thing between your pussy lips..."
Zzzzzz.
Lisa tells Nina about her mother's indiscretions with the gardener,
her father. Nina calls Dad home, who walks in on Mom and Mr.
Chernaske.
"There will be no divorce" Dad states to a shaken family. Nina
quietly revels in her mothers downfall and Tom just looks sullen,
probably happy that he's going to Brown in the fall.
Dad grows increasingly despondent until Nina walk in on him in the
tub. He sits, bottle in hand, getting sauced... watching as his
daughter starts kissing him with too much familiarity and
eventually blows him. The scene is marred by a fake-o cum shot,
but is redeemed by the "My God, what have I done?" acting of PT.
I always liked PT as an actor and feel those strengths do
complement him as a director. However, as a stud, PT was always a
little lacking to me, and this too, translates into his movies.
All plot, no heat.
That sentiment sums up the first part of Taboo, American Style.
It's been almost 10 years since I watched it, and I didn't hit FF
once. The acting is kinda silly, though it was great seeing people
actually sorta playing their ages. PT's mid 30s to Gloria
Leonard's mid 30s contrasted rather nicely with Taija, Raven and
Tom all of whom had to be about 18.
When it was done, I looked at my wife who looked at me. "I have
ONE WORD" she says. Not a great sign. "Yeah" I ask. "F-E-H,
Feh." she says.
As a sex movie it didn't do it for her and as a straight movie it
came down on the side of campy... it's a tough call to make,
because such an effort seemed to have been made, you hate to dis
it, but I would recommend it for a rent but bring along insurance.
On the Imperial scale, a 2.25
However, the night was not lost. I had a ringer. The Devil In
Miss Jones II. THIS MOVIE IS AN ALL-TIME CLASSIC. All directors
should watch this movie like Welles watched Stagecoach before
attempting to direct a movie.
The flick starts out with Miss Jones (Georgina Spelvin) hitching a
ride on Cyrano's phallic nose. Sex is not forbidden in hell, but
orgasm is. Of course, Miss Jones is on the brink, and the bells
and buzzers start going off.
Hell's minions, large penis helmeted guards come running and carry
Miss Jones off to see the devil himself, Jack Wrangler.
Jack is awesome. He's a golden boy all the way, but man, he can
act. So can R Bolla as his advocate. (Get it, the Devil's
Advocate?)
There is a tremendous amount of banter in this movie, all of it
fast all of it funny. I was laughing quite a lot during the flick,
as was the Mrs. Couples films of today should use this as a
pattern.
Miss Jones makes the Devil cum (a flaming special effect that
should make Pachard proud) and in return, she gets to go back to
earth for an eternity of lust. The rest of the film is spent
between earth and Hell as the Devil tries to keep tabs on Miss
Jones, as he is falling in love with her.
Much is made of King Edward who abdicated the throne of England,
and parallels are make between he and Lucifer.
Ron Jeremy (in a brief autofellating role), Sharon Mitchell and
others have small roles throughout the film playing hell's
denizens. R Bolla stumbles upon Ron fucking some young lass, he
stops as if caught, and says "Don't worry, boss, I won't cum..."
Meanwhile, back on earth, Justine is thrown into the body of high
priced call girl Jacqueline Lorains. YUMMY! This gal has it all
over any of our bimbos today. I would take her over Janine,
Racquel, Tori any of them. WOW! Nice natural breasts, and a
knockout performance.
Highlight of her scenes is a great scene between her and a meek
john, Bobby Astyr. Playing an older version of the nerd perfected
by Eddie Deezen (think Eugene in Grease, the geek friend in War
Games, or the Bill Hickey's son in Mob Boss) he is kinda
embarrassed by his fetish.
"Spanking?" she asks. "No, Miss Insertherlastnamehere."
"Watersports?" "Oh no, Miss IHLNH" "Dress up?" He smiles. "You
promise you won't laugh?"
"I'm a professional. Just give my 500 bucks and tell me your
fantasy"
"500 bucks!" shouts the Devil, remembering that back in 1982, 500
bucks actually was a chunk of change.
Bobby Astyr comes out of the bathroom in his costume. He is
dressed as the devil and has a Satan head french tickler on his
cock. She is laughing hysterically, he is self-conscious, and the
Devil is irked. A brilliant scene, worth the rental price alone.
The rest of the film has justine being popped from body to body,
Private Benjamin (Joanna Storm - YUM!) (look for Pachard as her
drill sergeant), tupperware saleslady, nun and finally back to call
girl. All the while, she is watched by the smitten Jack Wrangler
who is missing her more and more.
The movie ends with a great little scene between Joey Silvera and
Jacqueline Lorains. All he wants is for her to say she loves him
when he cums. It is an obsession of his, and she can't quite bring
herself to do it. She finally does, put then gets the feeling
she's being watched. She's spooked and yells "Cyrano is that you?"
Cyrano walks in, stoking himself, and then shooting flames as he
cums.
"I abdicated" says Jack Wrangler. "I didn't quit or resign, I
abdicated." Those lines are delivered with a truth rarely seen in
adult films then or now.
On the Imperial scale, this gets a 4.00 It was made before 1984 so
it's not so rare, but MAN, run out and get this.
There isn't any crazy stuff in it, not even any anal, if I recall,
but it is a movie that both entertains and arouses. By the end
the wife and I were.. well, you know... But I can say that whatever
it was we were up to, it certainly wasn't attributable to Taboo,
American Style.
To conclude, the first is worth renting out of curiosity, and the
second is a run out and buy it... I'd imagine its pretty
inexpensive through the usual places... much better spent than on
the latest Bud Lee shit...
Becuase these moviesa re over 5 years old, the data is not in Heretic's Adult Film Database.
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