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From: [email protected] (Brad Williams)
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Subject: Review: "EXstacy"
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"Exstacy." Written/Directed/Photographed by Robert McCallum. Western
Visuals Gold. Tyffany Million,Sara Jane Hamilton,Frank Towers,Steve
Drake,Mike Horner,Tom Byron. Brief glimpses of about a dozen other
performers like Kelly Nichols,Dick nasty,Anastasia, and some
newcomers. Shot-on-film. Approx 85minutes.
This big-budget, shot-on-film by the legendary McCallum focuses on a
woman(Million) trying to give up her "wild ways" after marrying a rich
lawyer(Towers).
Million feels compelled to do some shoplifting at a jewerly store, but
avoids trouble when old friend and fellow wild-child, Hamilton, comes
to her aid. Next scene starts AFTER a lesbian encounter between the
two that we never see(why?). Hamilton is trying to convince Million to
screw anything that moves and enjoy herself.
There's this sex-club called Club Exstacy which the action cuts to,
and we watch a 12 person orgy with plent of BJ's,facials, and
lez-licking.
Hamilton introduces some Dude at her house to Million, and her and
Dude mish-doggie-facial. Nothing remarkable, or interesting here.
Million has definitely had better ACTING performances. Her sexual
performance isn't too hot either.
Sara J and Steve Drake go at it next, with Drake doing some big-time
cunninglingus. Million calls on the phone in the middle of this, and
SJ puts the phone down next to them so Million can enjoy some "live
phone sex," and masturbate unconvincingly. After some
sex-by-positions, Drake tit-fucks SJ to a pearl necklace finish.
Fairly hot.
Some attempt at character development of lawyer Towers and his goofy
partner Horner don't really do much. The story and characters of this
big-budget film are pretty weak, especially considering it's Robert
McCallum making this movie. It LOOKS like a late-70's McCallum film,
but it sure doesn't have the other elements.
Back to Club Exstacy for some sex, this time with SJ and Tommy Byron.
Mish-doggie-BJ and a facial. Routine.
Million gets in to Club E, and winds-up with some dumb-looking black
leather spike-king that looks like Gerry Pike. Surprise! It is Pike!
Mish-doggie(an every scene occurance), and a very BRIEF anal that
looks like some botched-editing. While Pike is drilling her doggie in
the pussy, suddenly the camera shows him in her ass and a vibrator
being applied for about a second, and then he's regular doggie again.
Either some parts of this scene got cut-out, or McCallum just
fucked-up. Million makes some real snarly-faces, and generates no
heat.
Towers finally gets to bang his wife Million, and it's mish-doggie and
cowgirl. Towers is a fresh face in the limited field of male studs,
and isn't annoying. This scene is decent enough. Internal cum-shot
that Million squeezes-out for all to see. Not my thang.
A brief and dull lez between SJ and Million.
BIG GRIPE: All the ads and boxcover tout this as being filmed entirely
on location in San Francisco and New Orleans(hometown). Well, 83
minutes are in SF, and there's a 2minute clip of Million watching
Mardi Gras in New Orleans, and then it's back to San Fran. What kind
of bullshit is this? Nothing else happens in NO.
After Million's brief excursion to NO, her and Towers reconcile with
some cowgirl, a woefully-faked anal, and a crack-blast ending.
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Horner goes to Club E and screws some skanky-looking woman. Facial.
End of movie.
This movie SUCKED! A total let-down from what I expected from
McCallum. The good points are: it's shot-on-film, and there's lots of
sex scenes. The bad points are:those sex scenes are very
mediocre-to-boring, the editing and photographywork is not near as
good as most shot-on-film features, and Million and SJ just aren't
good enough(acting-wise or sexually) to carry this movie. The story
and characters are also lacking. One of the worst McCallum films I
have ever seen....give it a 1.8 on the Imperator scale, and avoid .
Brad
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