From alt.sex.movies Mon Apr 24 11:22:26 1995
Subject: REVIEW: "Miss Directed"
From: [email protected] (Jo E.)
Date: 2 Jun 1995 23:16:32 -0500
Status: RO
MISS DIRECTED
director: Judy Blue, 1990. Vivid
cast: Tori Welles, Nikki Charm, Sabrina Dawn (=Sabrina Scott),
Rebecca Steele, Randy West, Eric Price, Gregor Samsa, Tomi Steele,
Cal Jammer.
Sex scenes:
1. Tori Welles + Randy West.
2. Tori Welles, Rebecca Steele + Tomi Steele.
3. Nikki Charm + Cal Jammer; then Nikki Charm + Tori Welles.
4. Rebecca Steele + Sabrina Dawn; then Rebecca Steele + Gregor Samsa.
5. Nikki Charm + Eric Price.
6. Tori Welles + Gregor Samsa.
Not much of a set-up here. Tori Welles plays a director, and also an
actress, and we see her lead her cast into their sex scenes with hardly
any motivation at all - but none is needed when the sex is this hot. First,
Tori's at home with her boyfriend Randy West. She goes over her lines, but
seems to be more interested in going over Randy, so she disrobes and voila,
we have our first scorching scene. Tori's hot, as always, and this scene may
call for a couple of rewinds.
On the set, Tori explains to Tomi what will be going on in the scene
they're preparing for and she starts off by blowing him in fine fashion,
later being joined by Rebecca for a good threeway.
In the next scene, Tori sets up both Nikki and Cal on some outdoorsy
type bench sequence and Nikki's quite a cute little girl, you won't be
touching your fast-forward button - especially when Cal shoots, then scoots,
then Tori finishes Nikki off by tonguing her clit so hard that she squirts
quite a hefty load into Tori's waiting mouth.
Of course we always need a g/g, and off to another set we go as we
watch Rebecca and Sabrina do a sensual lesbo bout that is later interrupted
by the presence of Gregor Samsa, who only fucks Rebecca.
It's back to another set with the perky Nikki as she and Eric get down
and dirty in a rather foggy setting, but the smoke soon clears.. and so does
the action.
Tori finishes this movie within a movie (we don't really know what
the whole story's about, but now that the movie's come this far who cares)
with Gregor Samsa and this scene packs in a mini-punch proving that Tori is
a torrid young thing that should have had a longer lasting porn career.
Overall, a pretty good offering from Vivid Video (for a 1990 Vivid
Video anyhow) with some hot spots and lots of hot slots. Check it out.
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."