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Date: Mon, 13 Mar 1995 00:45:49 UTC
Subject: Review: The Girls of Butthole Ridge
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In the interest of contributing to alt.sex.movies, here's a review:
"The Girls Of Butthole Ridge"
From: Zane
Directed: Max Steiner
Stars: Nicole London
Sally Layd
Lacy Andrews
Alex Sanders
David Hardman
Technical Rating: poor
Erotic Rating: lame
I rented this one the other night, mostly because I'm a fan of the
"ass2mouth" thing, and I'd seen a little of this in other Max
Hardcore (Steiner) tapes.
Adam Film World gives this one a rating of four stars, and an erotic
index of "volcanic". Sometimes I'm curious who does their reviews.
I must say I was *very* disappointed with this tape.
Since there was no plot that was of any consequence (you don't really rent
videos with titles like this for the plot anyway do you?), I won't waste
time critiquing that aspect of it.
There were five sex scenes:
Scene 1:
Nicole London and David Hardman.
Set out doors in the country, this could have been a good scene.
Nicole looked good in her cut-off jeans and top. But, come time for
the anal - *yuck* - Dave slips a rubber on! That spoiled it for me
right there. I don't like wearing them (I'm married), and I sure as
hell don't care to watch somebody else wearing one! Say what you
will about the responsibility to encourage safe sex, but porn is
suppose to be fantasy, and in my fantasies, I've yet to wear a rubber.
Scene 2:
This scene features Max and Sally in a scene that must have been
shot with viewers who happen to be gynecologists in mind. Yes, they
do anal here, and no (thankfully), Max doesn't put a rubber on first.
The camera angle dwells on Max opening up Sally's pussy *wide*. If
you like that sort of thing, you might like this one. I got a stiff
neck just watching Sally's human pretzel imitation. Max finishes
this one by comming on her ass (no oral finish).
Scene 3:
Lacy Andrews and Alex Sanders.
This would have been the redeeming scene for me had it not been for
the short gray curly wig and granny glasses that Lacy wore.
Lacy does an ass2mouth here (edited-but it looked real), but that
wig and glasses just ruined it! Let's see a show of hands:
How many of you fantasize about fucking Grandma Kettle?
Jeez Max, what were you thinking?
Scene 4:
Sally and Nicole.
In any of the Max Hardcore(Steiner) tapes I've scene, the girl/girl
scene seems like an after thought (as opposed to a Bruce Seven
tape). I love a good girl/girl scene, but this wasn't one of them.
In an anal tape, you'd think that a girl/girl would include
analingus.
Max: check out Bruce 7's work to find out how to shoot girl/girl
with an anal twist.
Scene 5:
Sally and David.
Well, David didn't put a rubber on in this one, so it must have been
Nicole's idea in the first scene. This scene would have made the
rental worth it for me if it'd had an oral finish, but unfortunately
it didn't. But if you've ever wanted to look down into Sally Layd's
asshole, this is the scene for you.
I hope this gives you an idea as to whether you'd like to rent/buy
"The Girls Of Butthole Ridge". Personally, I think I *might* give
Max one more try. This one, however, just didn't do it for me.
Now if my local video store would just carry the Seymore Butts line....
Dan
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