From: [email protected] (Eric Dew)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.movies.erotica
Subject: Car Wash Angels -- Second opinion
Date: Thu, 24 Apr 97 17:27:05
A couple of weeks ago, someone posted a review of the movie here on RAME. So
I rented it to check it out.
Was your copy completely washed out by over-exposure? Either the dupingwas
poorly done or the original taping was performed by some idiot who knows
nothing of lighting. The whole tape was over-exposed. Many times, one
couldn't make out the face because the face bled into the neighboring leg
or the white wall behind everyone.
Second bad item: the music. It was just horrid. Yeah, they held a beat,
and they could technically sing, and no off-key playing, but it was loud,
rude, and boring as all. The worse is that the music obscured the "sexual
music," that of the moans and groans of the ladies.
TT Boy was there fucking every women in sight. I think he popped about
twenty times in the video.
The camera person (or editor, and certainly the director) can't do lesbo
gang-bang scenes. Here's the way to do it: tape the woman who is most
excited. Hold the camera steady until she comes. Get all of her body in
the frame.
The plot is one of the most convoluted Jim Holliday plot. It involves
the Burton Allen Institute. All the students are named Mary .
So, what were the good parts?
Careena Collins in her part of a 6+ all-girl orgy. She squirted under the
ministrations of Bionca. Careena Collins with TT Boy (again) and Tom
Byron. Is it just me, or is Tom Byron looking creepier and creepier?
Crystal Breeze with someone (I can't tell -- there are fifteen blondes
who look almost identical. With the white-washing from the overexposure,
it was near impossible to see the faces.). Crystal had some nice O's.
Welcome back, Crystal.
The video was worth it for Careena and Crystal and Bionca. Funny, the
three non-blondes. The blondes are pretty, but too many of them makes the
viewer jaded.
Oh, DON'T EVER do a close up of the rear lights of a car. It is NOT artistic.
EDEW
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