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From: [email protected] (George Shaffer)
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Subject: Private Film #22, "Samba" is a TOTAL WASTE
Date: 8 Jul 1995 14:19:44 GMT
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Private Film #22, "Samba", is a total waste. I am making this
unqualified warning because the video is brand new, no one has
reviewed it yet and to keep people from wasting their money. If
this assesment is wrong you can always get it later. This is
>from someone who liked Private Film #20, "The Tower" and Private
Video Magazine #21 enough that I bought four, PVM 20 and 22 and
PF 21 and 22 without any reviews or recomendations other than
Private's general reputation.
This is a movie with a plot, at least according to the trailer on
PVM22. Well a plot is supposed to tie things together. I saw no
relationship between the "plot" sections and the sex scenes.
After the first couple of discontinous cuts to sex scenes I fast
forwarded the "plot" sections. About half way through I started
fast forwarding the sex scenes. The director seems to have
forgotten we are watching women (not just sex). Women have
breasts. In the first half hour, I think one woman breifly bared
her breasts. All the others were fully coverd or wearing bakini
tops. The star who appeared in most scenes didn't bear her
breasts until about 1:10 into the video. There was an almost
total absence of full figure nudity. There was a brief RAC and
the star undresses before the camera late in the video.
Talk about "jumble of body parts" photography. There is almost a
total absence of long shots in this video. The director doesn't
seem to care that genitals are attached to people. Its hard to
keep track of who's doing what to whom. In an early scene there
were two women and a guy who started by observing another couple.
At some point another face showed up. Mentally I asked myself
"Where did she come from?" I didn't reverse to find out if had
fallen asleep and missed something. In an extended orgy on a
boat there is constant cutting from one close up to another.
There is no real heat because there no scene development.
This is all from a one time viewing with a _lot_ of fast
forwarding. My initial reaction is this may be the worst adult
video I have ever seen. Could something from Private really be
that bad? Was I in a lousy mood when I watched this? I don't
think so because I put the last of the Private tapes in the VCR
with the intention of fast forwarding the entire tape just to get
an idea of what I had. Two of the scenes were hot enough that I
had to stop and watch. The other five seemed fair to decent. I
will make another attempt to watch Samba and do a more complete
review with some detail but I do expect to return this video.
Has anyone else seen this? If so please post your general
reaction. I don't want to think this is as bad as I do.
169 “I can arrange all that.” Such Apaches as had not gone back on the war-path returned to the States with the troops; but there were five months more of the outrages of Geronimo and his kind. Then in the summer of the year another man, more fortunate and better fitted to deal with it all, perhaps,—with the tangle of lies and deceptions, cross purposes and trickery,—succeeded where Crook had failed and had been relieved of a task that was beyond him. Geronimo was captured, and was hurried off to a Florida prison with his band, as far as they well could be from the reservation they had refused to accept. And with them were sent other Indians, who had been the friends and helpers of the government for years, and who had run great risks to help or to obtain peace. But the memory and gratitude of governments is become a proverb. The southwest settled down to enjoy its safety. The troops rested upon the laurels they had won, the superseded general went on with his work in another field far away to the north. The new general, the saviour of the land, was heaped[Pg 305] with honor and praise, and the path of civilization was laid clear. Parliament met on the 10th of January, 1765. The resentment of the Americans had reached the ears of the Ministry and the king, yet both continued determined to proceed. In the interviews which Franklin and the other agents had with the Ministers, Grenville begged them to point to any other tax that would be more agreeable to the colonists than the stamp-duty; but they without any real legal grounds drew the line between levying custom and imposing an inland tax. Grenville paid no attention to these representations. Fifty-five resolutions, prepared by a committee of ways and means, were laid by him on the table of the House of Commons at an early day of the Session, imposing on America nearly the same stamp-duties as were already in practical operation in England. These resolutions being adopted, were embodied in a bill; and when it was introduced to the House, it was received with an apathy which betrayed on all hands the profoundest ignorance of its importance. Burke, who was a spectator of the debates in both Houses, in a speech some years afterwards, stated that he never heard a more languid debate than that in the Commons. Only two or three persons spoke against the measure and that with great composure. There was but one division in the whole progress of the Bill, and the minority did not reach to more than thirty-nine or forty. In the Lords, he said, there was, to the best of his recollection, neither division nor debate! His cheek paled for an instant as the thought obtruded that the man might resist and he have to really shoot him. "Good, the old man's goin' to take the grub out to 'em himself," thought the Deacon with relief. "He'll be easy to manage. No need o' shootin' him." "Them that we shot?" said Shorty carelessly, feeling around for his tobacco to refill his pipe. "Nothin'. I guess we've done enough for 'em already." John Dodd, twenty-seven years old, master, part of the third generation, arranged his chair carefully so that it faced the door of the Commons Room, letting the light from the great window illumine the back of his head. He clasped his hands in his lap in a single, nervous gesture, never noticing that the light gave him a faint saintlike halo about his feathery hair. His companion took another chair, set it at right angles to Dodd's and gave it long and thoughtful consideration, as if the act of sitting down were something new and untried. "Besides," Norma said desperately, "they're only rumors—" "Oh, I've found a way of gitting shut of them rootses—thought of it while I wur working at the trees. I'm going to blast 'em out." During the next ten years the farm went forward by strides. Reuben bought seven more acres of Boarzell in '59, and fourteen in '60. He also bought a horse-rake, and threshed by machinery. He was now a topic in every public-house from Northiam to Rye. His success and the scant trouble he took to conciliate those about him had made him disliked. Unprosperous farmers[Pg 124] spoke windily of "spoiling his liddle game." Ditch and Ginner even suggested to Vennal that they should club together and buy thirty acres or so of the Moor themselves, just to spite him. However, money was too precious to throw away even on such an object, especially as everyone felt sure that Backfield would sooner or later "bust himself" in his dealings with Boarzell. "Let's go home," she said faintly—"it's getting late."