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From: [email protected] (JGrouch)
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Subject: Review: "30 Men for Sandy" - a.k.a. Sandy Disappointing
Date: 29 Nov 1995 03:18:32 GMT
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Sin City proudly presents:
"30 Men for Sandy"
Running Time: about 1:15 minutes
Rating: zero laptop adjustments (i.e. don't waste your dough, see below).
This movie is about Sandy and her five days with stud Rocco. "30 Men"
starts with some heart-felt moments of Sandy writing to Rocco and talking
over the phone, its almost too sappy. Rocco looks like a goof smiling with
that gap between his teeth, he could be porno's David Letterman if he wanted
to.
The duo start the first day with Sandy masturbating to one of Rocco's films
on the television. Enter Rocco and a brunette wielding a double-dong. The
brunette gets fucked, the double dong gets abused, Rocco blows his load in
her mouth, she shares with Sandy, Barney the Dinosaur would be proud.
Day two starts with Sandy and a quartet of gents in ridiculous head-gear
(noggin' that is). They play twister on the bed with Sandy squirming around
like an itchy bear-cub before letting three of the four men attempt facials,
the third planting a decent white load in her mouth and left eye.
Day three ends up in the wine cellar, Sandy perched atop a wooden chest (the
type you store junk in not some guys chest, better clear that up) sucking
off two black gentlemen. Again Sandy looks as if this will be the last fuck
she gets before imposed celibacy, squirming all over the place like somebody
stuffed a squirrel inside her box. Brief action ends with Sandy coaxing a
few drops of goo onto her face before contorting and doing some more sex.
Day four has Sandy thrust into a room full of gents. Gee, guess what
happens... Basically Sandy squirms all over the place, gets orifices filled
with fingers and weenies, and swallows an occasional load of goo. Sandy
doesn't sit still for a minute and sometimes the camera can't keep up (she
must have been a real distraction at church). Most of the money shots in
this scene were frantic, some of the gents jockeying for position trying to
get in while other guys just rubbed around existing goo and called it their
money-shot. A messy face was the final result though.
In between days four and five, Rocco shaves Sandy clean in a bath-tub.
Probably the only genuine moment in the film.
Day five, Sandy and Rocco on a dance floor. Sandy's writhing and wriggling
performance seems suited for this type of environment instead of a bedroom
or bathroom. The pair go at each other like a couple of canines in heat.
Rocco fucks her standing against a silver pole before forcing her to the
ground and ass-hamming her. The scene ends with Rocco spewing on her face
and in her mouth, pulling her hair, trying to snap his dick over her mouth,
jamming his dick down to the root into her mouth, then sweating all over her
face. What a pig... :)
Overall, I really wasn't impressed with this video. I had seen reviews and
comments about it already and understand that there might be some stuff
missing from the final product I'm viewing in the "free-est country in the
world" the USA. Still it just didn't work this time. I don't think it is
due to "Raincoater Overdose Syndrome" either. That's where the first video
>from a specific source just knocks your socks off but every one after that
just kinda gets worse (a.k.a. the Max malady, the Private pox, gang-bang
redundancy disorder). "Sandy Insatiable" was pure enjoyable filth. This
seemed more like a marketing attempt capitalize on the aforementioned film.
Most of the scenes were too confusing to generate heat.
Sandy's performances had the enthusiasm of a super-caffeinated Debbie
Diamond (scary isn't it?). At least Debbie's voracious appetite had a
distinct sense of class about it though. I found the facials disappointing.
If I was still making my own personal "facial compilation" tapes I probably
wouldn't have bothered to hook up the 2nd VCR. Only one gent came with his
gun loaded and half the cum-shots were so blatantly pathetic I wouldn't even
consider them Monopoly money-shots. All the sex is surrounded by sappy
translation and the sex itself is just too brief.
Rocco, you can do better than this.
Trenchcoat Tally:
We have a reverse cowboy with simultaneous double-dong sharing, pussy to
mouth, girl-girl double dong, ass-hole licking, inverted blow-job, cum in
mouth with girl-girl share, ripped jeans with cheek, facial, great facial
with eyeshot, interracial action, deep throat, brief hair sucking, foot
sucking, cum in mouth, gang-bang, pussy shaving, face flogging with dick,
spit in mouth, boff on dance-pole, anal.
Database stuff:
Sandy: one good-facial, that was all.
Grandpa Simpson quote for this movie: "This stinks, gimme Matlock.
Maaaaaaatloooooooooock!!"
JGrouch
Note: the new rating system consists of how many times I got aroused to the
point where I had to adjust the position of the laptop computer I'm using to
write this. If I never need to move the laptop, chances folding laundry
would be more arousing. At the other end of the spectrum, if I have to
write a review from memory chances are I was so brick-hard that using a
laptop would have been painful, maybe even impossible due to the rerouting
of blood from the brain to other vital areas. It could also indicate that
the flick had scenes worth remembering.
Happy holidays...
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