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From: [email protected] (lamont)
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Subject: Max World #3--Formula One
Date: 6 Aug 1996 00:41:02 -0700
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Max Hardcore fans are going to like scene 1 with Davia Ardell (I think I
identified the girl correctly), even though she's got hideously fake tits.
In this one scene we see the new Max and the old Max, a combination that
works beautifully.
The old Max gives us what we've come to expect: cock jammed into throat
causing choking; ass eating; good anal shots; and the endearing chatter of
love birds during sex. Here's an example of the endearing chatter. Davia
is choking as Max attempts to thrust fully into her throat (which he never
manages to accomplish, by the way, a minor disappointment):
Max: "Hurts a little, doesn't it?"
Davia, choking, in a tiny voice: "Yeah."
Max, thrusting into her throat again: "That's too bad."
The new Max attempts to grow beyond merely presenting unadorned porn.
Throughout the video he offers a travelog through Europe--through Monoco,
Hungary, Italy and France. His banter isn't all that bad, far superior to
the lame plots he uses when shooting at his pad in So. Calif. In scene 1,
where the sex takes place on a balcony overlooking Monoco, Max adds visual
and sound effects for variety and entertainment, sometimes adding a touch
of humor. Max usually takes himself so seriously that adding little
humorous touches is a nice change of pace. For example, when he is ass
fucking Davia rcg, all serious business, suddenly a graphic appears on the
screen: "Max Fucks Ass!" accompanied by the sound of racing engines from
Grand Prix cars running in the background.
But the greatest touch of humor--lifting this scene into the
spotlight--occurs at the end. Davia is on her hands and knees on a swivel
chair. Max is fucking her ass with gusto, then he quickly swivels the
chair around so he can jam into her throat, dramatic a2m, all without her
moving a muscle. The way he swivels her around several times, uttering
trash talk and wondering out loud which he likes better, her ass or
throat, introduces an element of burlesque that seems to fit the moment
perfectly. And perhaps this inspired moment of movie making had its effect
on Max as well. When he flips her over in the chair, he comes on her face
and in her mouth with force and in quantity that surpasses what he has
shown before, a cum shot that surely rivals Peter North on a good day.
The sex in the rest of the video isn't as exciting. In the prologue Max
ass fucks Barbie Angel in the toilet in the back of the jet liner. In
scene 2 with Ildiko in Budapest, the sucking, ass licking, ass fucking is
OK, but she never really seems to get into the spirit of the event. Before
leaving Budapest, Max gets a decent blow job from Lovette on the balcony
of their room. In scene 3 with Flo in Paris, the best action occurs when
Max jams most of his hand quite easily in her pussy while she's sucking
him vigorously. He shoots a dramatic cum shot onto her face and into her
mouth.
For the ultimate Max fan, you get to hear his acceptance speech for a porn
award he won in Bologna earlier this year. The people in the background
acted as if they wanted him to wrap it up quickly and get off the stage.
:-)
lamont
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