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Subject: Review: "Dog Walker"
Date: 8 Apr 1995 14:02:21 GMT
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Dog Walker.Evil Angel&John L Prods,1994.Directed,written,produced, and
edited by John Leslie.Christina Angel,Stephen St.Croix,Lana Sands,Isis
Nile,Kristi Lynn,Byron,Gerry Pike,Alex Sanders,Leslie,Gilles,Silvera,
and a poor schmoe named Daniel Pollmen.Shot-on-film.
AVN and AFW can't mention this movie without saying it "reminds you of
Jacob's Ladder", a damn good mainstream film. It should remind you,
because they lift some scenes from _Ladder_, and use a lot of similar
images. However, the movie really resembles "Dark Angel"(1983,Desiree
Lane), with the ominous mystery woman and Bergman-stylings.
Dog Walker is rated as "5stars/volcanic" by both AVN and Afw. Winner of
many awards, and some critics think it was the best feature of 1994.
On with it.......
St.Croix plays a diamond-thief who wants to get out of the business
after he pulls his last heist. The people he works for, Dough and
Pollmen, aren't very sympathetic. Dough tells him his life is over, and
that he will suffer and have everything taken from him, including his
wife.
Next, St.Croix gets jumped by a limo-full of thugs, with Leslie as the
leader. Leslie tells St.Croix some real ominous babble about the hell to
come. These first 2 scenes are very well-shot and good-looking, and
you'll think you're watching a mainstream film or some 70's porn. Damn
fine acting by St.Croix,Leslie,and Dough.
Here comes some sex after this lengthy(by porn standards) set-up and
plot development. St.Croix heads home to find Dough/Pollmen aand his
wife,kristi Lynn. Dough and Pollmen proceed to beat the hell out of him,
and Lynn tells St.Croix that he fucked-up and she's their
"property,bought and paid for". 3-way starts with St.Croix unconscious
on the floor. Lynn is pretty hot,all positions are pretty much
run-through, and then you realize after 10minutes that Leslie is *not*
showing Pollmen's member at all, making this kind of a 2 1/2 way.
Pollmen keeps his hand over his dick so you can't see it, or lies on his
stomach kissing Lynn. Major wood-problem. Lynn gets some anal-action
>from Dough, followed by a get-down-on-your knees in front of the guys
for a double facial. Not! Dough manges to blast all over her face, but
Pollmen doesn't cum at all, and is still limp. Better luck next
time,Daniel. Good scene, with some raunch talk and insults hurled at
St.Croix.
Lots of dreams/images/nightmares by St.Croix of a mystery women(Angel)
walking her doberman on a dark street. St.Croix dreams of being on a
mountain-top watching Angel take on Byron,Alex Sanders, and Jake
Williams. Angel keeps all her clothes on throughout, and basically gives
BJ's and HJ's to the guys. Sanders has major wood-problems just like
Pollen, and never gets it up. What's the deal? He strokes away for about
15minutes with no luck, but amazes me when he manages a tiny facial on
Angel with a completely limp-dick. Byron soaks her, pretty dull scene.
Angel's bod is not shown, and the scene is repetitive and frankly, not
hot.
Some pretty good tease at the office of the "boss", Gilles(acting
good,like his 70's days)with Angel. Some more "you're life is over"
messages to St.Croix, who's beginning to realize he's already dead or is
living in hell.
St.Croix does luck into to some sex finally. Isis Nile picks him up in a
pool hall, and they head to the back for some bangin'. Angel is on the
other side of a 2-way glass partition, and masturbates/dances/teases
while Nile works over ST.Croix. Dark,gloomy and pretty hot, Nile
cowgirls,reverses,etc.etc. Big-time facial delivered by St.Croix on an
appreciative Nile. Much better than the last scene.
More dark images,dreams,fear and loathing for St.Croix. It's a good
thing that he can really act(and well in this movie), because the movie
would have bombed with most other porn-dudes. He sees Angel in his
bedroom, but then Gerry Pike shows up to fuck her. Pike's
tattoos,ponytail, and heavy-metal dude image get in the way of a decent
BJ by Angel. Ends with a facial, OK scene.
More weirdness from Leslie and Gilles. St.Croix gets to watch Lana
Sands,Silvera, and Maeva(new female) go at a spirited 3-way. Sands is
damn good here, and this Maeva(similarity to Leena) looks like she has a
future as she takes an extremely vigorous butt-stuff from Silvera. Sands
has a foam-dildo strapped on that never gets used by anybody,except as a
suck and jack-toy for the women. Plenty of foam-sucking and stroking.
Gets real tedious after a while(a women moaning and yelling while
stroking a foam-dildo is a bit silly after 15minutes), but Silvera's
anal plunge puts a nice finish on the action. Big facial for Nile and
Maeva.Plenty of anal-oriented material and rimming in this scene.
Last scene before St.Croix's insanity take him over is Angel and
himself. After haunting him all movie, St.Croix lovingly goes about
Ms.Angel with some tender moments. Here's the couple-appeal that AFW
noted. 69,rimmimng,doggie, and then a missionary finisher. Real good
scene.
I'll not reveal the actual ending, because you'll want to see it for
yourself after investing a good 80minutes in the story. This is an
ambitious movie from Leslie, and St.Croix certainly deserved the "Best
Actor" award. Jack Remy does the excellent photo-work, and you canb tell
this is big-budget and shot more than one day . Henri Pachard is the
production manager, and it shows. The plot is interesting,different, and
sometimes weird for the sake of being weird. The sex is not near as good
as AFW/AVN proclaim, I'd say "hot", but nowhere near volcanic. Christina
Angel is the focus, and she's pretty attractive(slight boob-job,though).
The story and the budget make this one a definite rental.
On the Imperator scale, I'd give it a 2.9. If the sex were hotter, this
could have been a classic.
Brad
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