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From: [email protected] (Peter van Aarle)
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Subject: Review: Demolition Woman 2
Date: Sat, 25 Mar 1995 23:51:05 +0100
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Seems some movies are getting over the big pond quicker than they used to.
This just means a better change that movies I see haven't been reviewed to
death yet ;-)
Well, here's one I just saw:
Demolition Woman 2 (In-X-cess 1994, dir: Phil M. Noir)
cast: Victoria Andrews, Bunnie Bleu, Tricia Yen, Rebecca Wild, Tammi Ann
Jonathon Morgan, Alex Sanders and Toni Tedeschi.
[Note for our Dutch readers: this is a Men Only video, and nowhere on the
box does it indicate this is part 2. It appears to be part 1, in fact the
cast list on the box includes Isis Nile, but she is NOT in this part, only
in part 1.]
The movie starts with a text explaining the action in part 1 (necessary for
this is a continuation of the story):
"2014: as a result of radiation from the ozone layer <<>>, all
men have been rendered impotent. In a desperate attempt to save mankind,
the top scientists have recruited Demolition Woman, giving her a Sexual
Time Space Transporter to bring back two virile studs from the past. One of
the primal men broke contact and became lost in the Time Space
Continuum..."
Then during the credits we get some snippets of sex action from part 1
(looks more interesting then part 2 was, I think...)
So, on to the story: Dr. Bunnie Bleu and dr. Tricia Yen use some sort
device to transfuse sexual energy from primal nerd Jonathan Morgan (who
once again plays a braindead moron or nerd. What is this, typecasting????)
to Toni Tedeschi. Obviously the treatment works because as soon as dr.
Bunnie and nurse Tammi Ann lead Jonathon away the only thing on Toni's mind
is screwing Tricia Yen. And the proof is conclusive: the treatment has
definitely cured his impotence (although I would have expected more than a
few drops of cum after a life time of abstinence ;-)
Meanwhile Sandra Nixon (Rebecca Wild) uses her transporter to get lost
primal surfer-dude Alex Sanders out of the presidents bedroom (don't ask,
that was part 1 ;-) to her own bedroom. She immediately makes it obvious
what she has in mind for him as she starts stripping out of her silver
suit. Despite being to stupid to put on his pants (as he proves later) Alex
catches on quickly enough and tries to give her what she so desperately
needs: a good screw. This is quite a good scene, with some unconventional
positions. Sandra Nixon also seems to have been thirsty, as she eagerly
awaits his nectar.
In the lab a replacement Demolition Woman Victoria Andrews (Isis played
this in part 1, but they explain this with a strike by the Demolition
Women's Union) is called in to help find the lost primal dude. So she and
Jonathon get back into the Sexual Time Space Transporter (a black sports
car) to try and locate Alex. On their way Victoria wants to know if the
transfusion has drained all of his sexual powers. Luckily this is not the
case, so Victoria can get a taste of good old fashioned fucking herself.
They arrive at Rebecca's place and after a touching reunion of the two
buddies they decide to try and find some brews to celebrate, leaving the
girls alone together. Well, what else is there to do for two girls in a
porn movie then "getting better acquainted" ? I don't know, and apparently
neither do they, since that is exactly what they do :-)
And back in the lab dr. Bunnie Bleu and nurse Tammi Ann are examining Toni
Tedeschi. Being dedicated scientists they decide to see if his new found
potency is still there. They are very glad that it is, and take full
advantage of his hard-on.
The movie wraps up with Demolition Woman Victoria bringing our two heros
back to their apartment.
So what's the verdict on this movie, you ask?
Ah, well, see... I'd say that the sex is quite adequate: nothing very
special, but not at all bad.
The story is a cute idea (though not 100% original) but the execution ain't
perfect (so what else is new in porn).
On that Imperial scale I'd say it's about a 2.00
--
,,,
(o o) "Ehh, seen any _good_ porn lately ?"
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Peter van Aarle ([email protected] / [email protected])
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."