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Subject: Review: Joey Silvera箂 Fashion Sluts #8
From: [email protected] (watchful eye)
Date: Tue, 02 Apr 1996 11:15:54 -0600
JOEY SILVERA筍 FASHION SLUTS #8: FRESH CARGO
Monique & Katalin, Chelsea Blue & Sophia Capri, Candy Dakota, Johni Black,
Trouble
Sean Michaels, Mark Davis, Mark Wallice, John Dough, Jack Hammer.
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I rented this one the same evening as the aforementioned John Dough箂
Dirty Stories #4. It must have been my lucky day because this is the best
Joey Silvera camerawork I箆e ever seen. I rented the first two
installments of his Fashion Sluts series and was not very impressed with
his direction or shooting techinique (camera shooting that is). The entire
tape is first rate but the opening scene is awesome. Monique & Katalin
(newbies and quite attractive) are teamed up with Sean Michaels in where
else another billiard room. Katalin (a brunette) is shooting pool with
Michaels while Monique (sort of a redhead) is interveiwing him about the
porn biz. Well, the interview only lasts a couple of questions when he
axes her to suck his long cock. Katalin joins in and the rest can箃 be
adequately described in mere words. I don箃 know if Silvera has gotten
some tips from friends Leslie and Stagliano (maybe Rocco too) but his
camerawork here is inspired. Great close-ups, angles, lighting, it has it
all. Sean Michaels gives the performace of his career. No,performance
isn箃 the right term. These three aren箃 performing, they are totally into
what they箁e doing (rare nowadays). Joey could have walked out the room
and they wouldn箃 have noticed. I didn箃 time it, but the scene seemed
like it was about a half-hour! and not a second of it was boring.
The rest of the tape is also excellent, but that first scene was hard if
not impossible to beat. Better make sure you don箃 have heart problems
before renting this one.
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