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Subject: REVIEW: "Halloweenie"
Date: 30 Oct 1995 00:48:31 GMT
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Trick or treat, folks! Just in time for this festive occasion...
HALLOWEENIE
directors: Mad Dad Dan + Sebastian (aka Orgie Georgie), 1991 Fresh Video
cast: Tonisha Mills, Brigitte Aime, Britt Morgan, Flame, Holly Ryder,
Ron Jeremy, Wayne Summers, Woody Long, Randy West
rating: 1.00 (barely)
- Holly Ryder + Woody Long [69, cowgirl, doggie, mish, back to doggie]
- Brigitte Aime, Wayne Summers, Woody Long + Randy West [mish, RC, dp]
- Tonisha Mills + Britt Morgan ; Wayne Summers joins in [doggie]
- Flame + Ron Jeremy [mish, spoon, doggie]
* no anals, 1 dp, 1 very poor facial
The setting is an invitations-only costume party hosted by Holly Ryder
(dressed up as a ballerina) and Wayne Summers (a rabbi?). Helping them out
is their maid Brigitte Aime and their butler, Ron Jeremy. No real storyline
here. Guests arrive, mingle, and end up in eachother's pants (or costumes
in this case). Here's the line up of party guests:
Tonisha Mills: devil (looking nice in a red-sequined dress along with
pointed ears, but no spear)
Britt Morgan: angel
Flame: girlscout
Woody Long: punk rocker I think. He's got sunglasses and frayed jeans
Randy West: policeman
The first two to slip away from the crowd are Holly and Woody. They end up
in a bedroom, sucking eachother off and eventually 69'ing. Then they sweat
it up in a few more positions before Woody pops his pecker all over Holly's
ass.
Wayne decides to show Randy and Woody exactly why he keeps a maid around the
house. He sends Brigitte upstairs to masterbate, then is joined by the
three guys afterwards. What develops is the dullest scene of this tape.
The only way this scene could ever pick up speed is by FF'ing through it.
Weak cumshots on Brigitte's ass and belly end it.
In the billiard room, Tonisha shoots some pool while Britt goes around with
her purse, stealing things. The girls chit chat a bit, then end up jumping
eachother on the pool table. They kiss and fondle eachother and still keep
parts of their costumes on. Wayne enters the room and joins them. They
suck him off, he feels them up, then enters Tonisha's honeypot doggie style.
To end the scene, Britt jerks him off in her mouth. This is one very poor
facial, partially dripping down her chin.
The last couple to hump it up are Flame and Ron. Ron tells her that he is
really wearing a butler costume and that he really owns the house (huh?
What about Holly and Wayne? What does this have to do with the story
anyhow?). Ron proceeds to put Flame out, and she seems to love every minute
of it. He cums on her ass, end of movie.
There is not much to say about this one except that each scene contains
people that are smiling and looking like they're having fun. Too bad they
aren't as energetic as they are enthusiastic. A lot of lame comedy is
thrown in between scenes, which is only worth skipping through.
A sour Halloween treat, "Halloweenie" does stick to its theme, but doesn't
carry it out well. Some things you do once a year, a rental of this movie
may suffice once in a lifetime. Only rent this movie on October 31st, any
other day just wouldn't make sense, much less be really worth the time.
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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."