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Subject: REVIEW: Hardcore Anal Auditions 1
Date sent: 12 Oct 1996 19:54:33 GMT
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Max Hardcore's Anal Auditions 1, Max Hardcore
I know how this movie *should* have started. ... Scene opens with
Max, still in bathrobe, sitting with his first cup of coffee at
the kitchen table.
Max: "... Let's see; Monday is 'Casting call', Tuesday is 'Hitchhiker';
Wednsday is 'Schoolgirls'-- today is Thursday, so it must be the
new series; 'Anal Auditions.' ... gotta conserve my strength
for tomorrow, when I've got Xena the Warrior Princess lined up
for a dp with Mark Davis... "
You get the idea. Three scenes; 72 minutes; no heat. This this tape has
an 18-year-old; a 22-year-old; and a 32-year-old who's a Hell of a good
sport. Each scene features Max getting moderately intense; three or four
standard positions including splay-missionary, doggie and RAC (no
up-and-over here); some hole stretching, some good close-ups; a d+d dp; a
few tunnel shots, and a facial. The girls hold still while Max flails
away.
Uninspired but still a rentable second choice. Rent it for the scene with
Courtney, a pretty, slim blonde dancer with scandanavian cheekbones and
smokey eyes, who sports quite a clit.
* * * * * * * *
SCENE ONE: Tasha, a slim young lite-brunette, outdoors in a sheltered
park setting. She holds positions passively while Max does most of what
he's famous for. Tasha is presentable-to-pretty and the camera captures
her well, but something doesn't translate to tape here-- maybe it was
her lack of responsiveness. This is an average scene in spite of the
dildo, the RAC and the doggie close-up.
SCENE TWO: Courtney on the pool table. This is the same 'Courtney'
who appears in Hitchhiker 17 or 18. This is a better scene, but we
don't the close look at Courtney's clit that we do in the HH loop.
Courtney's a slim, fresh-looking died-blonde with a sensual mouth,
dancers' tits, slim legs, a tenor voice, and strong legs. She looks a
little older here, and carries herself with the matter-of- fact poise of
an experienced stripper. They go through the motions with the same
deliberate chemistry of two people hanging drywall in a new apartment
house.
We get some good close-ups; some brief tunnel and poke shots (Max calls it
'stove-piping' at one point) and a long splay missionary anal. The camera
has some trouble finding good positions because it's hard to shoot around
a pool table. --- surprisingly, Max forgets to give us a good, long,
close look at her erect one-inch clitoris. This is still a fine scene.
SCENE THREE: Alexandria is a 32-year-old dusty brunette cocktail waitress
who's game for anything-- unfortunately, Max isn't.
Alexandria is not quite cute but expressive, and with a tight curvy waist
and ass. She starts out awkward, but warms up and actually turns in the
best performance on the tape-- but Max didn't notice. Too bad. I think
this is the scene where Max uses a clear plastic neon-lighted gyn exam
quacker to while performing the d+d dp. We get standard couch stuff
ending in a 3 squirt facial.
BOTTOM LINE: Max does better here than he did in a dozen tapes he
made earlier this year, and the camera work is pretty good-- but
this still isn't up to the heat of his average tapes from two or
three years ago, and this compromises every performance here.
This is a bad tape for tits, but a good tape for clit lovers.
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