Subject: Review: "Curse of the Catwoman"
From: [email protected] (Brad Williams )
Date: 10 Jun 1995 14:02:42 GMT
Here's a strange, but talent-laden Leslie flick from 19991.
Curse of the Catwoman. VCA.1991. Written,Directed,Produced,Edited by
John Leslie. Selena Steele,Raven,Ashley Nicole,Zara Whites,Patricia
Kennedy,Raquel Darrian,Rocco Siffredi,Jamie Gillis,Marc Wallice,Randy
Spears,Derrick Lane, Tom Byron, TT Boy, and about 6 uncredited
"Fellas"-(Imperator-TM). Approx 85minutes.Shot-on-video.
The look and atmosphere of this vid look almost like a prequel to
Leslie's '94 film, "Dog Walker." Lots of cat images, smoke, gloomy
alleyways,imagery,etc. The plot is rather bizarre, most of the cast are
a race of "Cat People" who are waiting for the Chosen One to join them
as prophecized. Raven and Rocco appear to be the head-felines who lead
the rest to a certain bar where most of the sex takes place with the
bar-patrons watching.
AShlyn Nicole and TT Boy do a grind on the dance floor(good standing
screw), and then Nicole leaves with her man, Jamie Gillis. Out in the
alley, Rocco and Raven show-up for some action after a bunch of images
of a large cat(panther?) walking down a smoke-filled street. After a
brief Gillis-routine on Nicole("I know my cock is small, pretend it's a
huge cock"-pretty funny), Rocco slams her in another standing screw,
and Raven gives an onlooking Gillis a handjob. Big blast from both guys
in this odd scene.
Selena Steele shows-up later, and she and Raven have some
differences(they are supposed to be sisters). Steele has one helluva
hot masturabtion scene and then takes a cat-nap. Rocco brings Patricia
Kennedy up to her room for a bed-bang and BJ before Steele joins in the
hot action. Big facial.
Steele wants to pork Wallice, but their screw is interrupted by Raven,
who forces Steele to watch a damn good RC scene. Wallice sure seemed to
not be too bothered by the switch in partners as he blasts all over
Raven's fishnet from the RC position.
Back to the bar, cat-person Zara Whites goes on the floor and TT Boy
and about 6 unknowns get around her in a circle for a circle jerk.
Whites looks dynamite as usual, but keeps her clothes on as the guys
whip-it. Some very muscular-dude gives himself head with relative ease
during the jerk-off. Everybody blows their loads on Zara or the floor,
and thescene ends rather disappointingly, Zara isn't really used at
all. At least the circle-jerk is quick, 7 guys standing around stroking
isn't much of a turn-on for me.
More bar action with Raquel Darrian and her boyfriend Lane. Nothing out
of the ordinary here, if you've seen these two once, you've seen them a
100 times. Darrian is extremely attractive, and makes enogh noise to
raise your blood pressure, but that's about it.
Missionary,spoon,doggie.
Randy Spears and Selena do a steamy poke on top of a bar stool as Rocco
does Alexandra Quinn. The Spears-Selena awkward positioning is pretty
hot stuff, and Rocco gives Quinn a bath after a pretty good BJ.
Turns out that Selena is actually the "chosen one," so she tells Raven
to take a hike so Steele can cowgirl Tom Byron for a while. Pretty good
scene here, Selena is very "into it," as she is in all of her scenes.
Facial.
As strange and nonsensical as the "plot" is, Leslie wins again with
very high quality production, making shot-on-video not such a dirty
word when you get it right like a Leslie, Dark or Buttman. Decent
acting, tremendously attractive cast, tons of sex scenes(though nothing
"deviant"), and the rest of the cast like Darrian and Zara are standing
around during the other's scenes looking pretty hot, so they aren't
really wasted talent. Steele is very enthusiastic in her many scenes,
and Raven has never looked better. Interesting note: there is NO
girl/girl at all in this flick:(
On the Imperator rating scale, the technical and production aspects of
hot sex with hot people by Leslie rates a 3.2. A damn good video with a
lot of major stars, only the plot held this one back from higher glory.
Brad
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