*There are two different spellings for this one. The box (and a few other
sources) has it written as 'Misfits' while the movie credits and label on
the videocassette spell it 'Missfits'. I chose the former considering the
latter to be a 'misstake'. :-)
MISFITS
director: F.J. Lincoln, 1994. Cal Vista/Metro Home Video
cast: Kaylan Nicole, Vanessa Chase, Marilyn Martyn, Chayse Manhattan,
Norma Jeane, Tom Byron, Jon Dough, Randy West (NONSEX)
rating: 2.25
sex scenes:
1. Kaylan Nicole + Norma Jeane [lots of kissing, mild tonguing + fingering,
a brief 69]
2. Vanessa Chase + Tom Byron [missionary, doggie-anal]
3. Kaylan Nicole, Chayse Manhattan + Tom Byron [doggie, cowgirl, mild facial]
4. Marilyn Martyn, Jon Dough + Tom Byron [doggie, DP, facial]
5. Kaylan Nicole + Jon Dough [missionary, facial]
I found this movie to be a fair (almost poor) outing from the usually on-
target F.J. Lincoln. The story doesn't start and it doesn't finish. We're
fed leftovers from what could have been a good meal (i.e. the cast is great
but they are more or less wasted here). The opening sequence with credits was
edited with perfection (the music has a mellow beat that blends in quite well)
and overall, the editing was nicely done. The color was good too (not grainy
in the least) and direction and acting fair.. it's the story.
We open on Kaylan and Norma standing close to eachother in Kaylan's living room
when Norma asks her how her honeymoon went. Kaylan said it was 'ok' but that
she missed Norma incredibly. They start touching and kissing eachother and
there we have it - the first scene. They are very sensual towards eachother
here, with lots of kissing. They looked like passionate lovers throughout this
whole scene. A soft, romantic mood was set off with good shots of the girls'
nice bodies. Norma gives Kaylan's clit a good tonguing and then Kaylan returns
the favor before they do a quick 69... then the scene ends.
Randy West (he got paid for this cameo appearance?) enters the room, catches
his wife with Norma and is shocked. He tells her if that's the kind of stuff
she likes, she should have told him about it before their marriage (he gets
upset over that? Is this the same Randy West who directed "I Love
Lesbians"?).
Now this is where the confusion begins. We open up on a shot of Kaylan out
in the woods and her car has broken down. A wandering cowboy, Jon Dough,
bumps into her and takes a look at the engine but tells her it's completely
shot. He offers her his phone but it's all the way back his cottage so they
head back. He also tells her his buddy cowboy Tom Byron might be able to
give her a lift into town. When they reach the place, they find Vanessa
Chase and Tom Byron fooling around on the porch. Kaylan and Jon head inside
and we continue watching Vanessa and Tom which develops into the second scene.
It's an ok scene nicely shot outdoors. Unfortunately, Vanessa's moans sound
repetitive and they both look a little tired. Tom gives Vanessa a good
tongue-fuck in the ass as she is standing up against a window, pressing her
lithe (and very nice-looking) body up against it. Then she sucks him off
(ho-hum) and they fuck missionary style. Vanessa is wearing long leather
boots that make her legs look longer as she raises them up high while Tom
plunges deep inside her pussy. They they fuck doggie style, Tom fucks her
in the ass then pulls out and cums all over her sweet buttcheeks. No
smearing or tasting it, Vanessa just lets it sit there to dry up in the hot
summer sun.
The next day. Jon is outside washing his jeans when Kaylan approaches him
after waking up (She slept there? I thought she was going to use the phone
to call a tow truck the day before?). Anyhow, they chat a bit and we find out
she's got a crush on him and he's got a crush on her.. sort of - he's just too
nervous and shy to let her know about it. Later on, Kaylan's out back offering
Jon some food to eat but he refuses. She gets a little frustrated and seeks
revenge when Tom and Chayse show up. They discuss having a threesome but Chayse
is a little worried, telling Kaylan that if he likes her more (if she is a good
fuck) then he may dump her (wait a minute, Chayse is Tom's girlfriend? What
about Vanessa? Were the two Cha(y)ses mixed together and tangled up in the
plot somewhere along the line of filming?). As soon as Tom returns from taking
a leak, both girls jump him right there and they have sex in a teepee. Kaylan
starts off by sitting on Tom's face while Chayse sucks him off. Chayse helps
Tom out a little by tonguing Kaylan's asshole before Tom fucks her (Kaylan)
doggie style while her (Chayse's) pussy is being licked. Then Kaylan sits on
Tom's face again as Chayse cowgirls him. She really rides him high, making
this the hottest scene so far ('hottest' is too generous a word as their sex
is not scalding, just sweltering at times). Later, the girls go down on Tom,
grabbing and jerking his dick as he shoots all over their hungry faces. Some
of it is shot past their heads and the rest lands on Kaylan's chin. Both
girls continue tonguing the tip of his cock.
Hours later, Tom confronts Kaylan and tells her that having sex with her
earlier did nothing for him and that he loves Chayse, being her 'one-woman'
man (and like *I* said earlier, what about Vanessa?). Kaylan tells Tom
straight out that it's not him she likes and taking the hint, Tom realizes
he was used in a spite-fuck. Revenging her (and helping Jon revenge her),
Tom brings home Marilyn Martyn and explains that he wouldn't have fucked
Kaylan had he known Jon had a thing for her. So they get into the threesome,
making *this* one the hottest scene so far (more than sweltering). Marilyn
is an ok-looking blonde (but not my cup of tea) with fake breasts and the
flair of Tammi Ann. She sucks a mean cock and is into her scene getting
fucked doggie style by both guys before being double-penetrated. She screams
throughout and the action is fairly well-captured. In the end, both guys
stand before her face and give her an average facial (on her cheek and chin
mostly) as she flickers her tongue around catching a load or two.
Next thing we know, Kaylan is back at her car trying to push it into town.
Jon approaches her again and begs her to stay (ok, let's go through this
again - Randy catches Kaylan with Norma, wants a divorce, suddenly her car
breaks down in the middle of nowhere, she ends up at some cowboy's house to
use his phone, ends up sleeping there, we find out she has a crush on Jon,
fucks Tom and Chayse to make him jealous, Tom and Jon fuck Marilyn in revenge
and now Kaylan's leaving? Hmm..). Kaylan looks Jon in the eye and says,
"Make me" and he does, the only way he knows how. They kiss passionately
for a bit before fucking on the hood of her car in the missionary position
only. She squeals and squirms and cums a few times. They get off the hood
as she goes to her knees to catch his load. Most of it lands in her mouth,
but she spits it all out (3 loads). What's left is a bit on her chin, then
Jon kisses her one more time before the movie fades out..
What's going to happen to them now? Is Kaylan definitely over Randy? Will
she eventually marry Jon? Will F.J. Lincoln direct a part 2 to clear up this
whole mess? I think this movie is better off without a sequel. Why make a
prequel so confusing? But the good parts of this movie: Marilyn Martyn's one
scene is scalding hot. Chayse Manhattan was also good, but has looked better.
Norma Jeane only had a g/g, Vanessa Chase had a very useless role (but did an
anal) and Kaylan Nicole fans will delight to find her in 3 scenes - and her
performances get better with each progressing scene. The only thing that
stood in the way of this movie was the story, but considering other outings
that F.J. Lincoln has directed, I'll forgive him this once. I give misfits
Kaylan and Marilyn a 1.25 for their efforts and another 1.00 for videography,
direction and editing for an Imperial rating of 2.25.
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169 “I can arrange all that.” Such Apaches as had not gone back on the war-path returned to the States with the troops; but there were five months more of the outrages of Geronimo and his kind. Then in the summer of the year another man, more fortunate and better fitted to deal with it all, perhaps,—with the tangle of lies and deceptions, cross purposes and trickery,—succeeded where Crook had failed and had been relieved of a task that was beyond him. Geronimo was captured, and was hurried off to a Florida prison with his band, as far as they well could be from the reservation they had refused to accept. And with them were sent other Indians, who had been the friends and helpers of the government for years, and who had run great risks to help or to obtain peace. But the memory and gratitude of governments is become a proverb. The southwest settled down to enjoy its safety. The troops rested upon the laurels they had won, the superseded general went on with his work in another field far away to the north. The new general, the saviour of the land, was heaped[Pg 305] with honor and praise, and the path of civilization was laid clear. Parliament met on the 10th of January, 1765. The resentment of the Americans had reached the ears of the Ministry and the king, yet both continued determined to proceed. In the interviews which Franklin and the other agents had with the Ministers, Grenville begged them to point to any other tax that would be more agreeable to the colonists than the stamp-duty; but they without any real legal grounds drew the line between levying custom and imposing an inland tax. Grenville paid no attention to these representations. Fifty-five resolutions, prepared by a committee of ways and means, were laid by him on the table of the House of Commons at an early day of the Session, imposing on America nearly the same stamp-duties as were already in practical operation in England. These resolutions being adopted, were embodied in a bill; and when it was introduced to the House, it was received with an apathy which betrayed on all hands the profoundest ignorance of its importance. Burke, who was a spectator of the debates in both Houses, in a speech some years afterwards, stated that he never heard a more languid debate than that in the Commons. Only two or three persons spoke against the measure and that with great composure. There was but one division in the whole progress of the Bill, and the minority did not reach to more than thirty-nine or forty. In the Lords, he said, there was, to the best of his recollection, neither division nor debate! His cheek paled for an instant as the thought obtruded that the man might resist and he have to really shoot him. "Good, the old man's goin' to take the grub out to 'em himself," thought the Deacon with relief. "He'll be easy to manage. No need o' shootin' him." "Them that we shot?" said Shorty carelessly, feeling around for his tobacco to refill his pipe. "Nothin'. I guess we've done enough for 'em already." John Dodd, twenty-seven years old, master, part of the third generation, arranged his chair carefully so that it faced the door of the Commons Room, letting the light from the great window illumine the back of his head. He clasped his hands in his lap in a single, nervous gesture, never noticing that the light gave him a faint saintlike halo about his feathery hair. His companion took another chair, set it at right angles to Dodd's and gave it long and thoughtful consideration, as if the act of sitting down were something new and untried. "Besides," Norma said desperately, "they're only rumors—" "Oh, I've found a way of gitting shut of them rootses—thought of it while I wur working at the trees. I'm going to blast 'em out." During the next ten years the farm went forward by strides. Reuben bought seven more acres of Boarzell in '59, and fourteen in '60. He also bought a horse-rake, and threshed by machinery. He was now a topic in every public-house from Northiam to Rye. His success and the scant trouble he took to conciliate those about him had made him disliked. Unprosperous farmers[Pg 124] spoke windily of "spoiling his liddle game." Ditch and Ginner even suggested to Vennal that they should club together and buy thirty acres or so of the Moor themselves, just to spite him. However, money was too precious to throw away even on such an object, especially as everyone felt sure that Backfield would sooner or later "bust himself" in his dealings with Boarzell. "Let's go home," she said faintly—"it's getting late." HoME干别人老婆嗯啊小说
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169 “I can arrange all that.” Such Apaches as had not gone back on the war-path returned to the States with the troops; but there were five months more of the outrages of Geronimo and his kind. Then in the summer of the year another man, more fortunate and better fitted to deal with it all, perhaps,—with the tangle of lies and deceptions, cross purposes and trickery,—succeeded where Crook had failed and had been relieved of a task that was beyond him. Geronimo was captured, and was hurried off to a Florida prison with his band, as far as they well could be from the reservation they had refused to accept. And with them were sent other Indians, who had been the friends and helpers of the government for years, and who had run great risks to help or to obtain peace. But the memory and gratitude of governments is become a proverb. The southwest settled down to enjoy its safety. The troops rested upon the laurels they had won, the superseded general went on with his work in another field far away to the north. The new general, the saviour of the land, was heaped[Pg 305] with honor and praise, and the path of civilization was laid clear. Parliament met on the 10th of January, 1765. The resentment of the Americans had reached the ears of the Ministry and the king, yet both continued determined to proceed. In the interviews which Franklin and the other agents had with the Ministers, Grenville begged them to point to any other tax that would be more agreeable to the colonists than the stamp-duty; but they without any real legal grounds drew the line between levying custom and imposing an inland tax. Grenville paid no attention to these representations. Fifty-five resolutions, prepared by a committee of ways and means, were laid by him on the table of the House of Commons at an early day of the Session, imposing on America nearly the same stamp-duties as were already in practical operation in England. These resolutions being adopted, were embodied in a bill; and when it was introduced to the House, it was received with an apathy which betrayed on all hands the profoundest ignorance of its importance. Burke, who was a spectator of the debates in both Houses, in a speech some years afterwards, stated that he never heard a more languid debate than that in the Commons. Only two or three persons spoke against the measure and that with great composure. There was but one division in the whole progress of the Bill, and the minority did not reach to more than thirty-nine or forty. In the Lords, he said, there was, to the best of his recollection, neither division nor debate! His cheek paled for an instant as the thought obtruded that the man might resist and he have to really shoot him. "Good, the old man's goin' to take the grub out to 'em himself," thought the Deacon with relief. "He'll be easy to manage. No need o' shootin' him." "Them that we shot?" said Shorty carelessly, feeling around for his tobacco to refill his pipe. "Nothin'. I guess we've done enough for 'em already." John Dodd, twenty-seven years old, master, part of the third generation, arranged his chair carefully so that it faced the door of the Commons Room, letting the light from the great window illumine the back of his head. He clasped his hands in his lap in a single, nervous gesture, never noticing that the light gave him a faint saintlike halo about his feathery hair. His companion took another chair, set it at right angles to Dodd's and gave it long and thoughtful consideration, as if the act of sitting down were something new and untried. "Besides," Norma said desperately, "they're only rumors—" "Oh, I've found a way of gitting shut of them rootses—thought of it while I wur working at the trees. I'm going to blast 'em out." During the next ten years the farm went forward by strides. Reuben bought seven more acres of Boarzell in '59, and fourteen in '60. He also bought a horse-rake, and threshed by machinery. He was now a topic in every public-house from Northiam to Rye. His success and the scant trouble he took to conciliate those about him had made him disliked. Unprosperous farmers[Pg 124] spoke windily of "spoiling his liddle game." Ditch and Ginner even suggested to Vennal that they should club together and buy thirty acres or so of the Moor themselves, just to spite him. However, money was too precious to throw away even on such an object, especially as everyone felt sure that Backfield would sooner or later "bust himself" in his dealings with Boarzell. "Let's go home," she said faintly—"it's getting late." HoME干别人老婆嗯啊小说
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