From alt.sex.movies Mon Apr 24 11:22:26 1995
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Subject: REVIEW: John Leslie's _DOG WALKER_
Date: 28 Apr 1994 17:07:00 GMT
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Title : Dog Walker
Director: John Leslie (also wrote and produced)
Starring: Stephen St. Croix, Christina Angle, Jon Dough, Kristi Lynn, Isis Nile,
Joey Silvera, Lana Sands, Maeva, Jamie Gillis, John Leslie, Gerry
Pike, Tom Byron, Alex Sanders, Jake Williams, David Pollman.
Company : Evil Angel Video
Urf. Every now and again there comes an adult movie that makes you think
a simple listing of sex scenes and the various act therein (facials, anal,
and what-have-you) serves only to downgrade the film and place it closer
to the level of shot-in-a-day crap than it deserves.
John Leslie's _Dog Walker_ is such a film.
Leslie has dissappointed me of late, with such less-than-stellar fare as
_Blue Bayou_. Suddenly he looks back on track with an entry that will surely
compete as an adult movie of the year.
This is not a movie for people interested only in a hot sex scene. It does
have that, but a lot is going on in between. The stroker's brigade will
see this as mostly a bunch of pretentious crap with a few decent sex bits.
Those that appreciate a plot with their porn will love it.
_Dog Walker_ is a sometimes surrealistic view of the last few moments of the
life of the contract thief Tito, played by Stephen St. Croix. There is quite
a bit of philosophizing and odd scene shifts, use of symbolism (really!) and
even a bit of decent acting. Amazing what a rehearsal can do for you. As
in the better Leslie movies, there is a very dark and moody atmosphere per-
vading the whole production.
Tito is an independent thief, and resists being incorporated into the org-
anized ranks of the local mob. He pays a price for this, but not before we
are treated to a bizarre mix of scenes showing his desires, recriminations,
and struggles.
Many of the cast members (well, the males) are not here in sex roles.
Leslie and Gillis, for example, play leaders of the criminal organization,
and others play the toughs that work for them.
Christina Angel looks great here, and serves as a focus of Tito's visions
and thoughts. What she represents is not clear until the end of the movie,
and then much of what is going on suddenly becomes clear. She is the Dog
Walker, but I won't spoil things by giving away the secret (which you may have
gotten already).
And lastly, the sex. What we all paid our money for, right? Well, Leslie
doesn't dissapoint us here, either. They're all well shot, we get a good look
at all the performers, and they sizzle nicely. I have only 1 1/2 gripe in
that there appeared to be some discrete looping and one continuity error --
but they did not distract too badly.
If you're still counting such things, there is a 3-way involving Kristy Lynn,
Jon Dough and a black actor I'm not familiar with that has some anal, a triple
blowjob done by Christina (a weaker scene), St. Croix has straight sex with
Isis Nile, we see Angel and a buff dude I don't know, Silvera gets it on with
Maeva and Lana Sands, Lana wearing a strap-on, and finally, St. Croix has
sex with an angelic looking Angel. There are several minor facials in this
movie, but nothing approaching a monster.
The production standards are excellent. Good sound, lighting, framing,
the works.
I give this a big thumbs up. Not perhaps as good as _Chameleons:NTS_ in
terms of mood and sexual heat, but more coherent and in the end more meaningful.
Jammer says check it out.
There were also previews to another Leslie movie for EA, called _The Voyeur_,
the clips were quite hot, though it looked a bit like "Leslie Does Buttman".
I'm looking forward to it.
Jammer Jim Miller
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