From alt.sex.movies Mon Apr 24 11:22:26 1995
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>From: [email protected] (Jo E.)
Subject: Review: "Ride The Pink Lady"
Date: 4 Feb 1995 18:50:41 -0600
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RIDE THE PINK LADY
Directed by Robert McCallum, 1993, Western Visuals.
Starring: Alex Jordan, Nicole London, Stacy Nichols, Kim Chambers,
Beverly Glenn, T.T. Boy, Steve Drake, David Hardman, Michael J. Cox.
The movie opens up with what is supposed to be a carnival-type setting
with a man hollering, "Ride the pink lady, ride the pink lady". Enter T.T.
Boy who wanders around as if lost (there is no set however, just darkness and
a slight mist) and an image of the Pink Lady (Alex Jordan) appears behind
him. Then she suddenly appears before him and they suddenly fuck.
Scene 1: Alex Jordan and T.T. Boy.
It was just a dream, however, and T.T. wakes up, awaking his wife,
Nicole London, as well. She notices he has a hard-on and instead of asking
questions, she decides she wants a good-morning fuck.
Scene 2: Nicole London and T.T. Boy.
A while later (the same day?) Nicole's at a bar talking to the
bartender Michael J. Cox. They suddenly talk about eachother's fantasies
and we see them thought out. Her fantasy is about taking on two guys and his
fantasy is about being a hairdresser with a very horny client.
Scene 3: Nicole London, Michael J. Cox and David Hardman.
Scene 4: Kim Chambers and Michael J. Cox.
Then we are cut to T.T. at work, telling fellow co-worker Steve Drake
about his dreams of the Pink Lady. Steve takes his turn by telling him about
the woman he picked up at a bar the night before.
Scene 5: Beverly Glenn and Steve Drake.
The next thing we know, T.T. goes to see a fortune teller to get to
know more about this Pink Lady he's been dreaming about lately. The female
teller gazes into her crystal ball and tells him he's a voyeur, and reminds
him about the time he had been peeping on a woman, who he fucked soonafter.
Then we are cut to the sequence.
Scene 6: Stacy Nichols and T.T. Boy.
The female teller (Alex Jordan with a black wig) confronts T.T. with
the fact that she was the Pink Lady he'd been dreaming of. A little confused
about it all, T.T. doesn't know if she's for real (and at this point neither
do we), but more horny than confused, they get down to business (again) in
the final scene.
Scene 7: Alex Jordan and T.T. Boy.
Very light on plot (which is not even executed that far), the sex
scenes make up for it. The women prove to be energetic and they all do anal
except for Alex Jordan (double penetration for Nicole London). Minor
technical glitches and very slight sound problems are overlooked and Robert
McCallum's direction is fair, making this a decent rental choice.
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