Subject: Review: "Aerobisex Girls Part 2"
From: [email protected] (Brad Williams)
Date: 2 May 1995 23:50:46 GMT
Here's a supposed "classic" lez flick from Bruce Seven(Adam says 4stars
and volcanic).
Aerobisex Girls 2. 1989. Lipstik Video. Dir/Prod. Bruce Seven. Written
by Raven Touchstone. Bionca(Bruce 7's wife),Barbara Dare,Kathleen
Jentry,Frankie Leigh,Stephanie Rage,Nina DePonca.Shot-on-video. Approx
75minutes.
A failing health-club gets rejuvenated when Stephanie Rage decides to
turn it into an all-girls slut-a-thon. The "health club" looks
amazingly like Bruce Seven's house, the same setting for every
"Buttslammer" movie. I'm tired of this old place:)
No plot obviously, if you've seen any Buttslammers flick, this is
identical, the only difference in any Seven film is the cast. There's
plenty of ass and pussy-slapping,vibrators,dildos, and light dom.
Bionca and Rage start out with a very good scene, with Rage really
going over the top as rimming,vibrators, and dildos are tossed around
like mad here. Bionca and Rage really seem to enjoy the explosive
scissor scene at the end. Only drawback is that this is an all boob-job
scene:(
Jentry,looking like Billy Idol here, and DePonca have a dom-scene where
Jentry shoves a huge dildo down DePonca throat and pops her ass a
lot.Intercut with these festivities is Dare doing some laundry and
deciding to masturbate. Good camerawork and angles on the Dare solo.
Some anal action,too. Dare winds-up on top of a dryer with a couple of
vibrators, very hot. Lots of trash-talkin' from Jentry as she takes a
big dildo and really reams Deponca's ass so hard that Max Hardcore
probably would have been scared! Pretty intense.
Frankie Leigh is working-out at home(with Rage watching and
masturbating by the window)when she gets tired of pumping iron and
decides to pump herself with some dildos. Very good solo scene, and I'm
not that big of fan of such, but Leigh(and Dare) is quite convincing
here. Rage has a nice dream-sequence of her and Leigh and the usual
assortment of toys. Excellent standing-scissor with the camera
underneath captures this bit nicely. Intercut with this
scene,unfortunately, is some alleged "sexy" dancing by Jentry(Urgh!).
Complete filler, and boring as hell.
Next up in this slurp-fest is Dare,Bionca, and Jentry for a fierce
3-way that has Bionca rather easily slide 4fingers in Jentry, as Jentry
hollers for more! Those two get nasty and rough, while Dare is pretty
much spared the "Seven" treatment.Lots of anal(not from Dare,obviously)
here, with large objects.
Dare and Bionca have a "romantic" scene next, actually in a bedroom of
all places:) Pretty nice change of pace from all the screaming and
shoving and hole-stretching.
Jentry-Rage try to see who can fuck and big double-headed dildo the
hardest, and then use a nice spiralled monster for even more humping
and cummin'.
Orgy with everybody finishes this off, and the warehouse of sex toys
and anal beads is unloaded. Great daisy-chain with all the sweaty
women, followed by an interesting bit where they all sit on a couch and
jerk-off with vibrators. The camera zeroes in on Rage who has some kind
of clear liquid run out of her while she's playing with a vibrator.
It's something from the vibrator it appears.
Whew! There's a TON of non-stop lez mayhem in this one. The big problem
with Seven flicks is that if you've seen a few of them, you can write
the scenes yourself pretty easily. No set-up, no tease, and
in-your-face probing with every dildo in the world gets a little
monotonous after a while. Still, plenty of hot moments here, but it's
not a 4star "volcanic". Give it a 2.5 for a solid rental.
Brad
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