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Subject: Pussyclips5 (KwikReview)
Date: 13 Aug 1995 18:47:11 GMT
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This is a short, personal review. I am only an 'occasional' renter-- not a
knowledgeable expert. I'll just cover the things that stood out for me,
and ignore most of what I saw-- this way, I hope I give you a quick idea
of whether or not *you* might want to rent this video yourself. ... as
always, your mileage may vary.
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I rented PussyClips5 (prod. by David Christopher) because I was curious
about the series, and because this vid contained scenes by Tammi Ann and
Marilyn Martin.
Tammi Ann is a lanky young almost-pretty blonde 19-year-old girl-next-
door-- the one you accidentally saw naked in her back yard three years
ago, and then found out last year that she flashed you on purpose. Tammi
really knows hot to take her pants off and work a chair. She creates more
chemistry per minute on-camera for me than just about anyone currently
working.
The first time I saw Tammi Ann was also the first time I saw Max Steiner,
in a cheap 'Casting Call' video. Tammi came in and "auditioned" for a
part. She had me convinced she was a newbie for a while. I had never
seen Max before. ... they went out by his pool, Tammi sat down in his
deck chair, lifted her knees and turned up the 'chemistry. Max started
his gynicological exam, and *I* forgot to breathe for four minutes.
PussyClips videos are heavily scripted, but pretend to be semi-
documentary. -- similar to Ed Powers or 'Casting Call'(CC). Pussyclips5
also has Tammi "auditioning" for a part, like CC. Each vid has three
scenes.
* * * * * * * * * *
HERE IS WHAT YOU GET:
Tammi in shorts walks into clean semi-commercial office done in early
Levitz. She walks upstairs and meets David Christopher. She strips,
exposes everything she can expose, and plays with toys while she and DC
make smalltalk. This takes twenty minutes.
Then the action stops. Editing picks up with Tammi, dressed, in a
clean, well-lighted storage room, where she fools around some more. This
takes four or five minutes.
Tammi finally meets 'Nick'; the kind of guy who convinces all of us guys
that *any* guy can do these movies. Nick was not cool. They turn in the
worst-filmed coital performance I have ever seen Tammi give-- but it was
still mostly in focus and contained some close-ups. Tammi does her best;
Christopher just wasn't ready to shoot the video. The cumshot on the butt
was lame.
Then there is the obligatory 'pussyclip' scene-- Christopher gets out a
chrome-plated clothespin and clips it to Tammi's clit. Yawn. Fadeout
35 minute scene containing six minutes of coitus.
* * * * * * * * *
Marilyn Martin ran thru the same script. I like the chemistry she creates
on video, and it was a good scene. She is a real good sport. Her male
partner presented her body better. The facial was fine but not monster.
The third blond; Sandy Beach; was also just fine, but not quite up to
Tammi or Marilyn-- two of the best sexual alchemists in the business.
* * * * * * * * *
GOOD AND BAD:
PussyClips did two things right and three things wrong. First, they used a
good Betacam. Second; they include lots of good pussy closeups. But third;
the camera work was bad-- jerky, often out-of-focus, and they never seemed
to get what I wanted to see into the frame; and fourth; Christopher does
NOT know how to film a fuck scene. He just doesn't.
Fifth: Their loop script is BADly structured.
1) They spend 20 minutes making small-talk while the girl fools around--
too slow; too much time.
2) Right where they really get going, Christopher BREAKS the action for
about five minutes. I couldn't believe it.
3) Male-female interaction and coitus takes only six to eight minutes and
isn't filmed well IN SPITE OF the Betacam and the lighting.
The foreplay-penetration ratio for the whole vid is about 5:1. Bad.
* * * * * * * * *
BOTTOM LINE: Christopher gets $1000 performances from his girls, but only
brings worth of $200 of tape to the party. This is the kind of tape my
girlfriend might pick out, if I ask her to get me a "nasty" tape at the
video store. Rent this if you really like Tammi or Marilyn. Don't rent
this if you like to watch people fuck.
This 95 minute tape contained 14 minutes of MF coitus.
--
Milton Brewster
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."