Stars: Lynn LeMay, Tom Byron, Nikki Sinn, Saki, Dallas St Claire, Ashley
Dunn, Cal Jammer, Jake Steed, TT Boy.
Firstly, don't be confused. There were two films released in 1992 with
the title "Jugsy". One was directed by Herschel Savage and starred
Heather Lere as a stripper who built an empire of clubs through sexual
bribery and organized crime. The other one was this. If you were
unfortunate enough to get this one instead of the other (as I was) then
you'll know what I'm going to say. If not, I suggest you read this just
to make doubly sure that you DON'T EVER rent it. It's pretty rank to say
the least. My first gripe, though, before I even start the review is that
this is written and directed by Robert McCallum no less! How the Hell
could he go from "Amanda By Night" to this?! The characters in this just
flit from personality to personality with no visibile motive, the plot is
merely a lead-in to the sex, and the acting's crap, too. Anyway, so what
actually happens that could make it this bad?
Read on...
We begin with Tom Byron talking to Lynn LeMay in his office about how
they plan to open the "hottest club in town" (We assume this means a sex
club of some kind). She asks Tom the question, "Why do they call you Mr
Big Dick?", and WHOOMPH! They start screwing. Lynn's tits are
horrifyingly large, although the rest of her is still just about
passable. Just. First she gives him a BJ in which she nearly sucks it
right off! In fact, at one point, I honestly thought she had although,
she'd actually just hidden it in her hand. Phew! Castration via blow job
is not the sort of thing I want to watch on my TV screen! Then he
tittyfucks her (something we don't see very often and which I happen to
be a fan of)
for a short while before screwing her doggie-style on the couch, with
condom, as per usual for Mr Byron. It ends in an okay facial with gravity
against Tom (ie he's on his back) and Lynn looking quite scared a few
seconds before it all spurts out, obviously not knowing what to expect.
That's a cute touch. However, it's badly edited, as we see Lynn's face
building up the tension to the climax, then just about a second before he
unloads (in fact, we see a nannosecond of it before they cut away)
McCallum decides to cut to a shot of Tom's grimacing face! This ruined
the whole shot for me, I'm afraid. I REALLY hate this sort of thing.
Anyhow, now we move on to Tom auditioning dancers for the club. Nikki
Sinn and I think Jake Steed (tho' I wouldn't place money on it) appear
and say that they're going to go through their "interpretive dance
routine". They start sucking each other off and Tom says that this is
going a bit too far and they should just stick to dancing, but it's too
late and before long, there's a BJ, some masturbation, a 69 and some
standard penetration before Julian erupts on her crotch. BUT WAIT!
There's more! He's back in again for some doggie then for a heck of a lot
of anal (filmed through a lot of mirrors on the stage), before eventually
delivering another pop shot to the face, although more than half of it
flies off on to his own stomach. Not a very erotic scene, but at least
they put a bit of effort into it. However, it's all downhill from here...
Saki (Bleeeuugh!) says she wants to practice her dance routine for Tom
and Lynn, who's now arrived. They let her. Lynn joins in and we get a
badly edited, black and white g/g dance routine ala Blondage but not
nearly as good. Lynn, however, has done something nice with her hair for
this scene. It looks good. Cal Jammer, Tom's pal walks in, looking like a
hobo and Tom says how sick he is of watching people screw (I know the
feeling) and just wanted hot dancing. Cal, on the other hand is getting
excited and rushes on to the stage to make a brief three-way. Now, if you
were on a stage with
Lynn LeMay and Saki and you had the choice of which one you continued the
scene with, you wouldn't choose Saki would you? Cal does, Lynn vanishes,
and Cal and Saki screw including (I think) some anal before he goes for a
facial. He spurts out loads of the stuff, but she purposely wimps out and
stands to the side, until the firing has finished, therefore she misses
the whole load. Never mind, it would have been lame anyhow with her.
Now Tom completely changes his mind about sex and offers Saki the
"job", although the job itself is never fully explained. Then an ugly
black girl who judging by the credits alone is Ashley Dunn appears and
talks to Tom and Cal at the bar. Tom, now going full circle with his
sexual policy decides, with Cal to DP her. We begin with some nicely
played teasing, Ashley saying things like "Please don't touch me there"
and the likes, playing the innocent little girl role quite well. However,
this is soon fucked up as she then tells them that she doesn't want them
touching them because she knows that she'll come as soon as they do.
Ridiculous! Anyhow, she sucks off Cal and has Tom penetrate her from the
front for awhile.
Then Tom anals her for a long time (with condom of course), after Cal's
finished his cum shot. It's a facial, but before it even starts you can
see it's going to miss. He stands right next to her, and having seen his
last one, we just KNOW that it's going to fly right past into the
distance. It does, but again, who cares? She's butt-ugly. Tom cums on her
belly. Another waste of tape.
By now I was not just bored but feeling quite sick. Now we get the
opening night of the club. Dallas St Claire is dancing on stage. She's
not exactly attractive but she's a damn sight better than those last two
uggas. She shakes her body around for awhile before TT Boy walks on to
the stage. Note :- As he walks on, the audience cheer. Would you cheer
for this asshole!? Anyhow, they cheer again when he penetrates her, again
when he goes for the anal (which just goes on and on for hours without
even a change of camera angle (yawn)) and they cheer finally when he cums
on her face. He stands too far away and most of it goes on her chest,
mind. Not a good scene.
Now we cut to Lynn standing at the bar and telling the barman (I don't
recognize him, tho' I'm sure I've seen him before. ID anyone?) how the
club needs something to heat it up. (What? I thought that the audience
have just seen a live sex scene on stage? How hot do they want it without
violating state laws?) He suggests they screw. And guess what? She
agrees! No real reason. They just felt like it. Not as bad as the last
few, at Lynn looks nice, unlike the rest, but there seems to be a lot of
looping going on here. Eventually he cums on her tits. Watchable, but
nothing brilliant.
Finally we see Tom in the bathroom buying more condoms (an in-joke par
chance?). Saki walks in (not her again!) and decides to screw him in the
bathroom (ala Henri Pachard) for no reason at all. Again, motiveless sex.
I can't believe that McCallum wrote this! It sucks of course. For one,
they put a blanket on the floor (wimps), the scene's way too long,
although we do get pretty much every position in the book, but none of
this can hide the fact that Saki's vomitously ugly. It's another facial,
and again she wimps out, although Tom does manage shoot a bit into her
hair. Absolute rubbish. I FF'd most of this one. I just didn't have the
stamina.
To end it, we now have Lynn and Tom saying how business is bad (!?
Huh? I thought they just had a full house audience a few minutes ago!?)
but then the phone rings and it's a huge booking for loads of people.
They say "Is it hot?" Tom says "It's the hottest club in town, baby". It
ends. Yawn.... This one really is poor. The only redeeming features
(apart from MAYBE Lynn, although those huge breast implants make me feel
ill) is that we get 7 (8 if you include the g/g) scenes and 9 cum shots
so at least McCallum tries for the value for money angle, even if it is
trash. So, taking this into account, I'll give it a very generous
1.30 on the Imperial Ratings Scale.
Happy viewing!
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