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Subject: review: Bottom Line
Date: 13 Sep 1995 08:06:36 GMT
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The Bottom Line, Nitro Productions
I rented this to see Kerry Downs. I've seen her in three loops, but they
were short and out of focus. I wanted to take a good look at her in a good
scene. Kerry is your early 21-ish kid sister-- the one who still looks 18
and has just learned how to flirt. She has kid sister tits, tawny crumpled
blonde hair, smooth alabaster skin and small, delicate features that you
can take home to grandma. But when she sees something she wants, her eyes
take on a steely spun sugar gleem probably matched only by hungry alpha
wolves in the Yukon. And she has a strong, open smile that she can aim
like a gun.
Kerry has an active, undisciplined intense lust for sex that makes her
performances very real but must make her hard to direct-- if anyone dares.
When KD walks on the set; she dominates the camera; then the men. Then she
gets what she came for with the precision and gusto of a Marine Division
sweeping into Iraq. No one is left unsatisfied.
Kerry's claim to fame is her ability to squirt when she's aroused. She's
hotter than a two- dollar pistol most of the time-- I couldn't help
wondering if she ever embarrasses herself when slam-dancing at a rave with
a particularly fetching skinhead on Saturday night. Squirting is not my
primary "thing" but I must confess my curiosity. It锟絪 a truely remark-
able skill, and it looks like it feels good. ... better than a sneeze on
Anaphrinil?? (inside joke).
Note: Kerry is a sometime-reader of this newsgroup. Not knowing how to
procede with tact and grace, I decided to let my fingers type out their
usual haywire review and let the chips fall where they may.
HERE IS WHAT YOU GET:
The Bottom Line is a decently produced cheap loop tape masquerading as a
movie. Writ- ing is stilted and performers don锟絫 read their lines well.
This video is better treated as an athletic exhibition than as a dramatic
experience.
You get five loops pretending to be a movie; each about fifteen minutes
long. 24 minutes of action; three minutes of anal; one average facial;
four squirts. Kerry Downs is in a party scene and a girl-girl with JR
Carrington. JR goes on to do Beavis the janitor in the last scene. Quick
editing disguises some repeated close-ups in each scene. Good limited use
of slow motion heightens intensity in some scenes.
SCENE 1: Mark Wallace and Dallas Damour on a double bed. Dallas is a 26+
hispanic brunette with a strong body, a soft mouth and double labia
rings-- she锟絪 a little out of shape, which adds about 12 lbs on camera.
She and MW turn in a vigorous but uninspired performance, including a
one-minute anal scene. Dallas needs six weeks in a gym and a good
cameraman.
SCENE 2: Kerry Downs, Nick East (may really be Dick Nasty) and Blake
Palmer on a couch. Kerry squirts at least four times. Kerry dominates
this scene with two guys who, together, aren锟絫 enough for her. Kerry is
flirtatious in the beginning but becomes intense as the action starts.
Positions are uninspired-- mostly Kerry being doggied while sucking. More
closeups and pink shots of Kerry's tight little volcanic snatch would have
brought her sexual intensity home to the rest of us. Note: Kerry frowns
when she's having fun.
Blake is soft and can't perform the anal scene-- his cumshot is faked with
hand lotion or potato soup, while Kerry three-fingers herself. Nick is
better, but Kerry has worn him out. He gives her two half-squirts and
five drops across her chin.This is a mediocre scene; saved because
camerawork caught a lot of Kerry's chemisty-- and because she squirted
four times.
SCENE 3: Kerry Downs and JR Carrington in an office. Reasonable girl-girl,
with unremarkable finger-fun and muff diving. JR Carrington is a
gorgeous tanned blonde with no sweat glands who fucks like she锟絪 Commander
Data's sister. Kerry is smaller, paler and a lot more animated. It's a
feather in Kerry's cap that she actually steals this scene from JR-- just
by reading her lines well, being hot, and by being responsive. In this
loop, Kerry is the one YOU'LL watch, too.
SCENE 4: Houston and Dalny Marga. I can't tell these girls apart, but I
believe Dalny is the blonde. At any rate, each girl has two good, brief
positions in this choppy loop. Chemistry is friendly and casual. Dalny
is a natural slim straw blonde with a kooze that锟絪 beau- tiful in
close-ups. She's terrific, but couldn't make up for bad camera positions
and a clumsy partner. Houston has an unusual pussy that looks literally
like an orchid blooming when she is aroused. Her brief doggy scene is a
film highlight.
SCENE 5: JR Carrington and Beavis the Janitor. I should know who Beavis
really is, but it doesn锟絫 matter-- he was just a stunt-cock. The camera
focused on JR. I don't personally enjoy JR because she is too smooth and
mechanical for me, and never seems to extend herself. She was a bit more
vigorous and revealing than usual in this loop, but she was still posing
more than participating.
--
Milton Brewster
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."