From: [email protected] (Brad Williams)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.movies.erotica
Subject: Review: Greg Dark's "Living on the Edge"
Date: Sun, 15 Jun 97 00:53:44
On the edge of rescinding my title as Greg Dark's biggest fan....
Living on the Edge. Dir/Editor/Producer-Gregory Dark. Jill
Kelly,Vanessa,Dru Barrymore,Kay london,La Tigra,Randi Rage,
Cortknee,Bob Sexton,Ron Jeremy,eric Price,Micki G, and a lot
of new(and hopefully gone soon) "studs."1997-Shot-on-video.
Here's the "story" of this one: Bob Sexton likes to talk to some guy
dressed-up in a donkey suit about "what is fucking real" and "what the
fuck is imaginary" and "that's the way I fucking am." Sexton wears a
leather jacket with a One Bad Eye patch, one of the bands who did the
soundtrack(and they really suck too). He's probably in the band or
something. He's a greasy,annoying heavy-metal wanna-be prick too.
First up: Jill Kelly. This scene, and everyone after, opens with Bob
berating the performer and asking for "something hot" that would "make
people want to stick their dicks/tounges/fingers/feet" into them. He
does a Jamie Gillis nasty-talk routine that is just as old and tiring
as Gillis'. This leads to some slow-stripping and a little masturbation
before the studs with JackAss masks jump in.
It's easy to say that Kelly didn't need the recent boob-job, and it's
even worse that the scars are visible from far away to boot What a
hatchet-job! Next up are some tight close-ups on her torn-up asshole
that looks disgusting. Sexton shoves an apple in her mouth, says
"you're the main course bitch," and two "studs" jump her for some
rimming,BJ,etc. One of the duds is Eric Price who has wood-trouble
throughout. Nothing of interest happens......the two studs take turns
getting BJ's and fucking her missionary, and then give her an apple
that they blast on that kelly eats. Seen this before in "Sex Freaks."
Kelly isn't at the top of her game here.This is a sign of things to
come as Dark is obviously reaching back for material he's done before.
No anal.
Next is "Vanessa," some real skanky-looking performer that I've been
blessed to have missed before now. Some dudes show up to ram tounges up
her well-worn asshole, and then there's some missionary anal and
doggie. Some real greasy guys with tattoos that should have left the
donkey masks on. After one dude jerks about 200 times to squeeze out a
weak facial, the other dudes pop on her chest. =YAWN= No DP here,
matter of fact, almost every scene is multi-dude, and there is never a
DP, formerly a Dark-must.
WAIT, there's more! After Vanessa is done with the greasers, some other
dud comes out of nowhere to fuck her missionary for like 20 seconds,
and then comes in her mouth. Any 15 year old lasts longer than this,
and it's not like Vanessa is attractive or anything. Maybe he got off
so quick to get the hell away from her.
Cortknee gets the nasty talk treatment, and a pretty lame joke" How do
you keep a dog from humping your leg?--suck his dick" from Bob. 3 more
duds appear to rim,poke, and probe Cortknee. They take turns fucking
her in a variety of positions, and then each spit in her mouth before
she gives them head. This is pretty gross in a Robert Black flick, and
it isn't any better here,either. They shoot off on some carrots(!?) for
Cortknee to eat. No heat from her at all, except for some overly-loud
fake moans.Can't say I blame her.
Randi Rage(even skankier than Vanessa) and La Tigra do some lez(and not
too well), and then some stud shows up to fuck them in another snoozer
of a scene. He cums on one of the uglies, and the other sucks it up
through a straw. I really needed that. ANother crappy scene...this Bob
Sexton and his bit before all these segments is really annoying, and
sure doesn't replace at least a minmal set-up to the sex.
The next scene is rather disturbing. Some Savannah look-alike(Kay
London) gets really abused by two greasers. I guess Dark wanted to show
Robert Black who was the King of Raunch here, becasue London looks like
she is in intense pain as she screams and practically cries during a
rough backdoor session. Her facial expressions of pain and agony didn't
do anything erotic for me.One dud finally puts her out of her misery by
cumming in his palm, and then slapping her across the face with it.
Then the two studs go stuff her head in a toliet and London starts
retching. Depraved, and not at all arousing.
The last(Thank God) scene has Dru barrymore(another trailer-trash)
getting done by MickiG,the fattest most disgusting Ron Jeremy yet,and
another jackass. Ron gets his hairy,fat ass eaten by Barrymore as he
sits on her face. Now I want to join London at that commode. SOme other
rimming,some anal,some BJ. I don't even remember how it ended becasue I
was already too bored to pay enough attention.
This flick sux big-time! Easily the worst Greg Dark vid ever, and one
of the worst "features" period. No sexual heat whatsoever in ANY scene,
not even a brief moment at some point to make you realize that you have
a dick. The Bob Sexton-bit was horrid. The soundtrack with some lame metal
tunes like "Sucking on the Devil's Dick" sure made me wish for the return of
the Plugz from earlier Dark days, or just plain silence. This vid will make you want to go
take a shower after it's over, and join the Christian Coalition. It
won't make you want to go fuck somebody.
On the Imperator scale, this dog gets a 1.5. The only decent part of
is the production, and even that is not up to Dark's usual standards.
The performers are either dog-ugly, or have looked a lot better and
performed with some heat in other material. Ugly performers,no heat,
some shitty dialog,terrible soundtrack, what else is there that could
go wrong?
Brad
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