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Subject: Review:Hitchhiker 15
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Date: 6 Mar 1996 06:22:20 GMT
Max Hardcore,Hitchhiker #15, Depraved Memoirs, Hot Cherry Productions
Hitchhiker videos are typical Max Hardcore loops, pretending to be a
pro-am series. It compares with Max's Anal Adventures, Casting Call and
Cherry Poppers series and ALL his movies-- they are all collections of
cheaply-shot pro-am loops pretending to be something else. And ultimately,
it doesn�t matter. Max either develops some chemistry with his latest
partner and the loop works, or he doesn't and it doesn't. For me, Max
works about one loop in nine these days.
HERE IS WHAT YOU GET:
Three scenes, approximately 24 minutes each. You get seven minutes of
set-up consisting of a flimsy scenario or pointless walk-around outdoor
travelog and an interview; five minutes of foreplay; a five minute
blow-job with lots of spit; and then, if Max is inspired, you get five
minutes of intense, nasty anal sex in four or five standard positions--
emphasizing splay-legged �crab� positions on couches and chairs. Max
finishes with a facial or an 'internal' cum shot (often faked). Camera
work is usually decent considering how quickly Max shoots these videos.
Rent Hitchhiker #15 for the 'Love'/Tony Montana loop at the beginning of
the tape. It is good but not great, and �Love� has a future as soon as Rex
Borsky and Vivid find out about her.
This HH tape de-emphasizes close-ups and hole stretching compared to other
MH tapes, and provided no kink-shots (A to M; etc.)-- it was a little
tame. There was way tooooo much oral action and frigging and not enough
coitus for a Max tape (40 out of 115 mins). I personally would have liked
to see more gyn shots, body contortions, and more athletic performances
generally.
SCENE ONE: 'Love' and Tony Montana. Yes, Tony Montana, twelve thousand
girls past his days with Blondie Bee, has turned into an excellent VidStud
here, at the end of his career. He poses his partners smoothly and in
flattering positions, usually keeps his arms and legs out of the way of
the cameraman, and holds wood just barely long enough to finish the scene.
�Love� really benefitted from Tony�s professionalism. I'll miss Tony.
'Love' is 5"4", 26+ elegant NatBlonde, with long slim legs, natural tits
and perfect skin. She has a soft mouth and jawline, and has mastered the
famous scenery- chewing Tracy Lords lust-scowl-- her face is just too soft
and delicate to carry a believable sneer. Just one more theater class at
Junior College would have served 'Love' well. She is polite, friendly and
game, but never really warm or enthusiastic throughout the loop.
Action starts with a seven-minute blow-job on a leather couch (static
camera; too long). Miss L moves awkwardly into a doggie-anal, which Tony
covers. The camera drops casually to an 'under-doggie' position-- to
reveal one of the most beautiful pussies I've seen in a dozen videos.They
procede to move through a couple crab positions on the couch, with her
legs flailing above Tony's churning ass like willow branches in a
thunderstorm as the action builds.
Tony muffs the facial cumshot. It looks to me like they gave him an hour
and then re-shot the scene in another position. This time, the camera was
out of position for the 2 1/2 squirts he delivered.
SCENE TWO: Lovette and Max on a train. Lovette has taken on the old 'Candy
Connors' role, filling in for whomever Max can't get. This was shot in
Europe somewhere-- probably for Max's new European video series. Lovette
looks like a blonde Jeep with fake tits-- but she's really into Max and
her enthusiasm can be infectuous.
Max and Lovette have shot about twenty thousand loops together in the last
four months, and they're all just about the same. She�' enthusiastic,
becomes assertive as the action builds, chews scenery, holds good
splay-legged positions, and lets Max put his hand up to his knuckles into
any oriface of his choice. It's all here, too.
SCENE THREE: Jennifer Lane and Max. Shot by Max�s pool. JL is 5'1" very
slim, NatBlonde, 24+, small natural tits, a pretty, delicate, but angular
face, and a cute little toy voice. She is a little freyed around the
edges. Friendly and as emotionally as direct as a meter-maid, she fucks is
if this loop were a moonlighting gig she's taken on in order to pay off
her Secretarial College student loan. She�s more comfortable posing than
performing, but she likes to be watched. This loop contains no gyn shots
or hole-stretching.
JL frigs herself on Max's bed for ten minutes. She gives reasonable but
uninspired head for eight minutes. They then move through four reasonable
anal positions, with a few (not enough) close-ups. For the reverse cowboy,
she just lies on top of Max like a beached pilot whale while he does all
the work. The loop ends in a pretend "internal" cum shot substituting KY
jelly for the real thing.
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