Date sent: Thu, 17 Jul 1997 07:13:29 -0400 (EDT) From: Joey Markham <[email protected]> Subject: REVIEW: "Hump Up The Volume"
HUMP UP THE VOLUME
director: Jerry Dawson. AFV, 1991.
running time: 72 mins.
starring: Sunny McKay, Cameo, Debi Diamond, Fallon, Melanie Rose, Cal Jammer, T.T. Boy, Biff Malibu, Wayne Summers; Nina Hartley (non-sex).
rating: 6 out of 10 stars (Imperial rating: 2.50 / 4.00)
scenes: Cameo, Cal Jammer
Sunny McKay, Cameo
Fallon (squirt), T.T. Boy
Melanie Rose, Biff Malibu
Debi Diamond, Wayne Summers
Cameo plays an eager, radio talkshow host wannabe who tries sleeping her way to the top - to get her own airtime. When boinking Cal Jammer, a radio program director, doesn't work she teams up with gal pal Sunny McKay and they figure another way to get around things (and end up playing with eachother in the process). They decide they can cut in on D.J. Dino (Wayne Summers)'s show by having wandering staff girl Debi Diamond seduce him while he's on the air, thus distracting him and having Cameo take over the microphone to do her thing; a live sex-chat program she calls Hump Up The Volume. Well, it works wonders and the radio station's manager Nina Hartley (unfortunately in a non-sex role.. more like a fifteen second stint!) hires Cameo and beams over how much their boards are lighting up with callers. With Nina's decision to rename the station WSEX, it looks like business is going to be booming - in more ways than one. The end.
Cameo's seen better hair days and she never gets completely nude (wearing black heels and garters the whole time). She's also wearing a bra that she unhooks in the middle to expose her then-natural breasts but keeps the straps around her shoulders. She starts off by giving Cal a backrub. When he turns over on his back, the only muscle she works on is the one between his legs. It's a lengthy blowjob. Pretty slow moving, but sensual. Cameo has a look of concentration on her face, wanting to please and tease Cal by taking him in her mouth gradually. He doesn't return the favor by giving her head back, instead he goes straight for the plunge in missionary style. A doggy poke follows and Cameo flips over once again on her back for more mish stuffing. A popshot on her belly ends the scene. Not enough heat is built here and occasional bad angles only mar things further. A little hot in spots, but nothing more.
Cameo looks prettier here with her hair up in the back and Sunny also looks quite pretty with her bangs cut and styled, with the rest of her hair straight. Cameo has on once again a set of garters, panties, nylons, and heels (this time all white) with no bra and Sunny only has heels (except for panties and a nice blue see-through shawl she wears at the start). After very briefly kissing, Cameo goes down on her Aussie mate. She then climbs on top afterwards for a 69 and minutes later, the girls flip over so that Sunny gets a turn at being on top. There are no close-ups of their (slightly hairy) pussies and one of Cameo's most interesting features are rarely ever focused on: her long, jutting nipples. Each girl orgasms and is quite vocal but with both of them looking hot and only getting into eachother, this scene is pretty much a case of wasted resources.
Fallon and T.T. are a couple at home. T.T. comes home from work and meets his girl in the living room. In the background, the radio is on and they're listening to Cameo's show. Surprised, T.T. wonders how she could say such things on the air (talking about masturbating and hot wet pussies, etc) but soon enough it turns them on and they go at it on the couch. Fallon looks nice here, sort of fresh-faced yet with a slutty appeal but her long stringy hair could use a little volume. She wears a jean shirt the entire time that is opened up a little, barely exposing her left breast. Eager Boy works his tongue in her pussy then she gives him head afterwards. I always sense that Fallon is holding back in most of her performances: she can get that determined-to-please look on her face but she barely reaches that over-thetop attitude. Now that I think about it, I don't know if it teases me or annoys me. Anyways, they start to get into a doggy, but that's cut short and they're instantly in mish. Back to doggy, then mish again. T.T. pulls out and cums on Fallon's pussy as she's fingering herself, preparing to squirt. A few spurts fly from vigorous frigging and she falls off the couch with an intense expression on her face. Overall, the sex action is good (though it definitely could have used variety in their choice of positions) but the cameraman just didn't use the right angles to capture its full potential. At least he got the squirt.
With her blonde hair put up, Melanie looks a little bit like Muriel Hemmingway. When she lets her hair down, she sort of resembles hard-charged harlot Heather Lere (that's Lere, not Lee). Overall, Miss Rose is an attractive girl with nice natural breasts. She and Biff are relaxing in an outdoor jacuzzi when he tries touching her but she pushes him away, telling him she just wants to relax. She asks for it when she gets him to turn on the radio. Surprise, Hump Up The Volume is on the air! Their brief chat mixed in with Cameo's broadcast slightly makes things inaudible but, as expected, they're turned on and start making out. He gobbles up her perky breasts, she eagerly gives him head, he eats her back, and she reaches an intense orgasm. Then they hop out onto a towel on the ground for a weak and poorly shot cowgirl. Their mish is better and Biff does his usual routine (pumping in and out with a steady rhythm, then picking up speed by thrusting faster three or four times, then goes back to steady rhythm, then picks up again, etc) before pulling out and shooting on her chest and stomach. Some moments are intense, others are slow. Just use that remote delicately.
Well, with Debi seducing Wayne at the radio station the mandatory sex scene is played out for us. She starts by giving him head complete with deep throat (which makes it even easier for her since he isn't all that hard). But Debi's always the depraved little cocksucker, burying her face deep into her male partner's crotch as she inhales dick as if it were air. A mish follows and Debi moans him on, telling him she likes it that way. Next up, doggy style. There isn't even a cumshot. The scene just ends abruptly. This scene is far from being true to Debi's usually ballistic attitude, so fans will be left wanting so much more. I commend this erotic powerhouse for having remained natural chested throughout the years, but the rest of her body looks out of shape. At least she works up a sweat in her sex scenes most of the time! But in this case, things are 'not' more than 'hot'.
CONCLUSION: The quality's just average, with some poorly shot footage that's sloppily pieced together. There are some hot and intense moments, so this video's not a total loss but it's nothing special for you to run out and get. Sunny McKay graces the boxcover holding a guitar but she's not the lead star even with top billing, and only gets a g/g scene. Cute little Cameo is a better porn star than she is a radio talkshow host. Her on-air dialog is repetitive throughout the movie. Plus, she just seems more comfortable in front of a dick than in front of a microphone. Melanie Rose is ok, Debi Diamond (apart from giving head) is just warm, and Fallon provided the video's 'gushing' highlight (the song playing in the background of her scene should have been "Raindrops keep Fallon on my head"). Overall, this one's got a lame plot with just a few decent sexual moments but each of the performing ladies (Nina Hartley's cameo excluded) are natural chested. Save this one for a rainy day.
Joey Markham
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