Date sent: Sun, 9 Feb 1997 06:18:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Jamal Dunbar ([email protected])
Subject: Reviews: Six short reviews (fwd)
Date: Fri, 24 Mar 1995 11:38:14 UTC
Now that LC is gone, let's stop bickering, and get back to posting reviews.
I was flattered a while back when I saw PVA reposting a review of mine.
Or do you save all the reviews from a.s.m, Peter?.
# The Scarlet Woman
c 32 1995 Wicked, Jim Enright
. T.T. Boy, Barbara Doll {BJ only}
. Juli Ashton
. Barbara Doll, Stephen St. Croix {A,RC}
. Kirsty Way, T.T. Boy
. Rachel Love, Kirsty Way, Tom Byron
. Juli Ashton, Bunny Bleu
* Juli Ashton, Marc Wallace, Tom Byron
Plot: Juli Ashton is fighting the Mayor and town council of Anytown, USA
who are proposing a ordinance to outlaw anal sex. Guess who wins?
The image quality is pretty good, but there aren't enough good angles.
Barbara Doll reminds me a little of Moanna Pozzi. Kirsty Way is way cute.
sort of a brunnette Micki Lynn, only a little prettier. Rachel Love
reminds me a bit of Taylor Wayne. I wish Bunny Bleu had never grown up (so
to speak). Juli Ashton is very beautiful and she takes a really nice
facial from Tom Byron and Marc Wallace (in sequence). She keeps her eyes
wide open almost the whole time. Looks terrific.
# If These Walls Could Talk #1: Wicked Whispers
c 33 1994 Cal Vista, Thomas Paine
. Brittany O'Connell, Marc Wallice
. Brittany O'Connell, Madison
. Lili Xene, Rod Fontana
. Melanie Moore
. Melanie Moore, Marc Wallice
. Samantha York, Cal Jammer, Stephen St. Croix {DP}
. Roxanne Blaze, Teri Diver, Stephen St. Croix
Plot: A budding screen writer, Marc Wallace, and his psychic girlfriend,
Melanie Moore, struggle to solve the mystery of a haunted Hollywood
bunglow.
Production values are pretty good. The acting is above average. There's a
little plot. But they broke the video up into two parts--I smell a rip-off
coming.
The scenes could probably be longer.
# If These Walls Could Talk #2: Burning Secrets
c 27 1994 Cal Vista, Thomas Paine
- - Samantha York, Cal Jammer, Stephen St. Croix {DP}
- - Roxanne Blaze, Teri Diver, Stephen St. Croix
. Melanie Moore, Marc Wallice
. Debi Diamond, Stephen St. Croix
. Saki, Stephen St. Croix
Plot: They repeat half of the previous video, and then solve the mystery.
Rip-off alert. Half (maybe more) of this video is a repeat of the part.
The new scenes in a part 2 are pretty short and not that great.
I suspected the second part would be a rip-off when I rented it, but I
couldn't resist--I was hoping against hope that there might be another
Roxanne Blaze scene. I suspected there would be no Blaze at all in the
second part, but at least they repeated her scene from the first part,
so that a person renting just the second part wouldn't feel ripped-off
because Blaze is on the box but not in the video.
Do your self a favor and don't bother with the second half unless you can't
find the first, in which case it's not such a bad deal. But the first part
is still much better.
# Leena is Nasty
c 31 1994 Odyssey, Mitchell Spinelli
. Leena, Kaitlyn Ashley, Jake Williams
. Bianca Trump, Alex Sanders, Jay Ashley
. Jasper {F}, Derek Taylor
. Chayse Manhattan, Kylie Ireland, Misty Rain
. Leena {p.M|Rc|D;e.F}, Sean Michaels
Plot: pseudo-documentary following Leena around for the day on a porn
shoot.
Technically very sound, but not very memorable. A lot of soft angles
intercut with hardcore close-ups. Very typical in US vids these days it
seems.
I liked Jasper's scene (I think she's great), but it wasn't long enough.
Only a few good angles.
Leena doesn't look all that pretty here to me. The crisp well-lit video
really shows off the flaws in her complexion.
I was experimenting with a new compact scene notation. For example,
{p.M|Rc|D;e.F} translates to positions = Missionary, Reverse cowgirl, and
Doggie; ejaculation = Facial.
# A Pussy to Die For
c 29 1992 Caballero, Jim Enright
. Crystal Wilder, Marc Wallace
. Sierra, T.T. Boy
. Crystal Wilder, Marissa Malibu
.&Sierra, Marissa Malibu, Jon Morgan
. Alicia Rio
Plot: T.T. Boy is a booze-guzzling journalist trying to track down
the woman who supposedly fucked some rich guy to death.
More cable dreck. There are virtually no full-body (wide angle) shots
that are explicit. It's all soft angles with extreme genital close-ups
inserted. Bleah.
# Anal Climax 3
c 33 1992 Rosebud, Rex Borsky
. Sierra, Tom Byron
. Paige Carlson, Marc Wallace {a.c|D}
Shelene, Sean Michaels
. Carmel St. Clair, Tom Byron {p.M|D;a.D;e.A}
. Sierra, Sean Michaels, Paige Carlson, Randy West
Plot: people have sex at Rex's house.
This is not Borsky's best work, but it's still pretty good. It seemed kind
of tame. Maybe because the women all seem so sweet. I really like Paige
Carlson (thin caucasian, very cute, short brown hair). Wallace where's
a condome when he fucks Paige in the ass. It makes some interesting noise.
I may have Shelene and Carmel St. Claire mixed-up. One is a beefy blonde,
and the other is a slender non-caucasian (Carmel?). I like Carmel's scene
with Tom Byron. He does her Missionary, Doggie, then anal also in the
Doggie position, before coming on her Ass. I seem to remember lots of nice
squishy noise while she was getting fucked too, but maybe I'm confusing
with Paige/Wallace scene.
169 “I can arrange all that.” Such Apaches as had not gone back on the war-path returned to the States with the troops; but there were five months more of the outrages of Geronimo and his kind. Then in the summer of the year another man, more fortunate and better fitted to deal with it all, perhaps,—with the tangle of lies and deceptions, cross purposes and trickery,—succeeded where Crook had failed and had been relieved of a task that was beyond him. Geronimo was captured, and was hurried off to a Florida prison with his band, as far as they well could be from the reservation they had refused to accept. And with them were sent other Indians, who had been the friends and helpers of the government for years, and who had run great risks to help or to obtain peace. But the memory and gratitude of governments is become a proverb. The southwest settled down to enjoy its safety. The troops rested upon the laurels they had won, the superseded general went on with his work in another field far away to the north. The new general, the saviour of the land, was heaped[Pg 305] with honor and praise, and the path of civilization was laid clear. Parliament met on the 10th of January, 1765. The resentment of the Americans had reached the ears of the Ministry and the king, yet both continued determined to proceed. In the interviews which Franklin and the other agents had with the Ministers, Grenville begged them to point to any other tax that would be more agreeable to the colonists than the stamp-duty; but they without any real legal grounds drew the line between levying custom and imposing an inland tax. Grenville paid no attention to these representations. Fifty-five resolutions, prepared by a committee of ways and means, were laid by him on the table of the House of Commons at an early day of the Session, imposing on America nearly the same stamp-duties as were already in practical operation in England. These resolutions being adopted, were embodied in a bill; and when it was introduced to the House, it was received with an apathy which betrayed on all hands the profoundest ignorance of its importance. Burke, who was a spectator of the debates in both Houses, in a speech some years afterwards, stated that he never heard a more languid debate than that in the Commons. Only two or three persons spoke against the measure and that with great composure. There was but one division in the whole progress of the Bill, and the minority did not reach to more than thirty-nine or forty. In the Lords, he said, there was, to the best of his recollection, neither division nor debate! His cheek paled for an instant as the thought obtruded that the man might resist and he have to really shoot him. "Good, the old man's goin' to take the grub out to 'em himself," thought the Deacon with relief. "He'll be easy to manage. No need o' shootin' him." "Them that we shot?" said Shorty carelessly, feeling around for his tobacco to refill his pipe. "Nothin'. I guess we've done enough for 'em already." John Dodd, twenty-seven years old, master, part of the third generation, arranged his chair carefully so that it faced the door of the Commons Room, letting the light from the great window illumine the back of his head. He clasped his hands in his lap in a single, nervous gesture, never noticing that the light gave him a faint saintlike halo about his feathery hair. His companion took another chair, set it at right angles to Dodd's and gave it long and thoughtful consideration, as if the act of sitting down were something new and untried. "Besides," Norma said desperately, "they're only rumors—" "Oh, I've found a way of gitting shut of them rootses—thought of it while I wur working at the trees. I'm going to blast 'em out." During the next ten years the farm went forward by strides. Reuben bought seven more acres of Boarzell in '59, and fourteen in '60. He also bought a horse-rake, and threshed by machinery. He was now a topic in every public-house from Northiam to Rye. His success and the scant trouble he took to conciliate those about him had made him disliked. Unprosperous farmers[Pg 124] spoke windily of "spoiling his liddle game." Ditch and Ginner even suggested to Vennal that they should club together and buy thirty acres or so of the Moor themselves, just to spite him. However, money was too precious to throw away even on such an object, especially as everyone felt sure that Backfield would sooner or later "bust himself" in his dealings with Boarzell. "Let's go home," she said faintly—"it's getting late." HoME干别人老婆嗯啊小说 ENTER NUMBET 0017