From: (JGrouch)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.movies.erotica
Subject: REVIEW: Bukkake Festival Stage 9 (a.k.a. boys meet girl, girl meets sperm)
Date: Wed, 11 Jun 97 18:53:11
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JGrouch Review:
Bukkake Festival Stage 9 (BF-69)
Running Time: 60 min
Starring: one oriental lady and a platoon of oriental men
Themes: fellatio and cum facials
Distributor: Super Produce
Rating:
2 out of 4 (Imperial Scale)
3 out of 10 ("Raincoater" Scale) or 57 out of 10 (special facial-fetish lover
scale)
Scene Breakdown:
1 min - hi there
25 min - oral sex, servicing lines of men
5 min - self masturbation
30 min - steady torrent of cum, her forehead being ground zero
30 sec - clean-up clips
Synopsis:
The Bukkake series from Japan is a set of videos where one lady servicesa
group of men, ranging from six to a hundred or so, masturbates a little,then
curls up into a little ball while the men take turns ejaculating on her face.
Unless you are brain dead this should tell you:
- they probably aren't "couples" tapes
- there is no plot to get in the way of the sex
- if you don't like facials, you aren't going to like any of them
Now that I got that out of the way.
This tape starts out with a downright adorable oriental girl in a cute, sexy
pink bunny suit (complete with ears). Beautiful eyes, great body, nice soft
breasts and just plain delightful. After entering some unfinished basement
somewhere she goes from room to room, orally servicing the ten men in each
room. No cum, yet, just a lot of suck and a lot of staring at the camera.
She gets to rub her groin for a couple of minutes before the entire roomfills
up with men. They shout, strip, yell out of couple of chants then startthe
river running. Each man drops his load on her face then backs off. After
about ten minutes her face looks like a glue factory exploded on it. She
grunts a couple of times, grimaces twice, but remains stoic and motionless
through the entire event. The end.
So what did I like about this tape. The girl was gorgeous, although I am not
sure what her name was. About ninety-percent of the men came fully loaded,
which was a refreshing change of pace from the usual drip in the bucket porn
stud. Most of the money shots were of Rodney, Wolf and John Dough quality,
with a couple of Peter North sized cannons and two that were beyond compare.
Of course with fifty (sixty, one-hundred, I didn't count) jizz-jets I guess
this is a moot point. I love oral sex and I lust for facials and the beyond
massive facial did not disappoint.
There were a couple of things I didn't like. The censoring mosaic treatment
on the genitalia obscured many great oral and money shots. I would makesome
sort of statement about this but living in American, land of the free and the
censored, I have no point to argue. Without music the tape got boring even
for a oral/facial fanatic like myself. The sound was great but consisted of
sucking noises, grunts, background coughing and near the end of the tapeI
heard a microwave oven go off. The cum-bath was over-kill. Personally I
would have preferred about, oh, thirty men and an interactive oral/facial
session instead of, oh, fifty to a hundred men and a statue.
All in all I wasn't disappointed, it was what I expected it to be. Some
"raincoaters" might not enjoy this tape due to the lack of vaginal and/or anal
intercourse and the mosaic censoring treatments. I can guarantee it will be
far to boring for those of you who want plots, interaction, passion and other
things that make movies worth watching.
Raincoater Round-up
We have: cute bunny outfit, oral sex, one half-hour beyond massive facial.
Have fun and stay out of trouble
JGrouch
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Other discussion:
I saw a couple of newsgroup posts about these tapes. For review archival
purposes, you might want to cut above the dotted line.
* Will American directors do something like this?
I doubt it, there is too much involved. With people willing to eat cum out of
their ass and do triple (quad, quint, blah, blah, etc.) penetration theycould
probably find someone willing to play sperm magnet. The problem would be
finding a very large number of capable (i.e. cum-loaded) men to do the job.
Think about how much money (due to time, STD testing) that would take.
Judging by the two "greatest" gang-bang tapes it can be done but the results
would be lame. Why bother when you can crank out tapes with two or three men
and net great sales.
If someone does try to do this: 1) make sure the guys have a money shot, 2)
use background music, 3) try one or two video formats a) keep the oral/facial
no sex format, three or four girls per tape, oral sex during the facial,some
giggling couldn't hurt, let the spent guys orally service her while she
endures the bath - b) make it a "spot-light" tape with one star (I dunno, lets
use Tiffany Mynx or Eden as an example ;) doing some oral group sucks, some
girl-girl, groups of men (with different ranges of light to heavy kink),then
end with the circle-jerk, facial 4) no missing, if a guy misses he has to
clean the floor with his toothbrush.
* Do people really like this?
I dunno. Why do some guys and gals (primarily guys though) get turned on my a
cum-coated face? Why do people like live gerbils crammed up their ass? I
dunno and dunnacare. It's a fetish that really doesn't get tackled in
mainstream porn. Most facials nowadays are simply cut to the end of scene and
mean nothing to the viewer, performer, or director. I really can't see the
director planning a scene and cast around a good facial. Instead it is
probably "okay, who has wood?" and go. If the object is to coat a facewith
cum, about twenty in the above video got the job done and the other fifty or
so were overkill (just slid right off). If the object is to make a woman
endure a humiliating sperm bath then hey there are sixty more minutes onthat
tape.. Personally I prefer the first scenario but I know there are others
that prefer the second one.
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