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Subject: Dunbar Review #104: Clark Entertainment
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Status: RO
Of all the European videos I've seen (not that many) this is the best
company I've found so far. All the films are directed by and star
Christof Clark. Can anybody tell me what country is Christof from?
Pro: All very well shot. Good lighting and image quality
Pro: Very good editing with lots of long full-body shots.
Pro: Features mostly gorgeous, young, all-natural, European women.
(The studs are mostly OK too).
Pro: Most scenes end with facials, as is typical in Euro porn.
Con: Too much emphasis on anals and DPs, etc, as is typical of Euro porn.
(esp. the Germans). This may not be a con for you.
Not much in the way of other kinky stuff (piss,scat,fisting,bondage)
Don't really care about that other stuff, but would be nice to see
a little fisting now and then.
Con: The sound tracks are very noticeably dubbed in (usually) German (I think).
I'm not sure what the original language was or if German was the
original language, but I would definitely prefer the original live
sound, whatever the language might be to the moan track that has been
substituted.
Con: Impossible to identify who any of the performers are (except Chris
Clark). I would like to be able to identify the women so I could
look for them in other Euro vids.
Here's the scene lists for the videos from Clark Entertainment that
I've seen so far. As I said before, I'm unable to identify most of
the peformers so the scene lists don't carry that much information.
I've only spotted on other video from Clark at my local video store
it's called, "Rear Entrance." Anybody seen it and care to offer
a review?
===
# Train of Pleasure
c 3.25 1994 Clark E, Chris Clark
. Jane A, John A
. Jane B, John B, John C
. Jane C, John DE
. Jane D, John
. Jane ABE, John ABCD
Plot: Clark is a wino who falls asleep and dreams about sex on a train.
Features a sweet, little short-haired blonde girl. Can anybody ID her?
Also has some fisting. I wonder how that made it through customs?
# Garage Fever
c 3.25 1995 Clark E, Chris Clark
. Jane A (short-haired blond), Christophe Clark
. Jane B (blond), Christophe Clark
. Jane C (brunnette), John A
. Jane D (brunnette), John B
f Anna Belle, Helena Spinell
Plot: Clark is a mechanic who fucks his customers. Nothing new there.
The cute, little short-haired blonde is back.
# Secretary Inside
c 3.25 Clark E, Chris Clark {83}
. Jane A, Jane B, Christophe Clark {e.As}
. Jane C, John XY
. Jane D, John X
. Jane C, Christophe Clark
. Jane E, Jane F, John XY
. Jane G, John X
f Ilona Beer, Tanya Estmann, Sandra
Plot: Clark is a business man who has his secretary fuck his clients
so they'll sign the deal.
The cute short-haired blonde is missing, but there are seven other
lovely young women.
The first scene features a rather disgusting tunnel shot which may
be of interest to some.
# Pure Dynamite
c 2.40 1994 Clark E, Chris Clark
f Maria Santa, Nikita Beluga, Erika Lamour, Lana Jalta, Carmilla
m Mike Daniels, David Perry
. Jane, Christophe Clark
. Jane, John
Jane, John
. Jane D, Christophe Clark
Jane, Jane
. Jane D, John
Jane, John
Plot: Don't recall.
Apparently, I was somewhat disappointed in this one. I can't remember
many details so it must not have been that great.
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