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Subject: Dunbar Review #117: Misfits
From: [email protected] (Jamal Dunbar)
Date: Fri, 22 Mar 1996 06:44:02 UTC
Another porn video titled after a Marilyn Monroe movie (c.f. Some Like it
Hard). Some what appropriate since it has Norma Jeane in it, but as usual
it has nothing to do with the original except for the title.
# Misfits
c 2.30 1995 Metro/Cal Vista, F.J. Lincoln
. Norma Jeane, Kaylan Nicole
. Vanessa Chase, Tom Byron
. Kaylan Nicole, Jane, Tom Byron
. Chayse Manhattan {s.DP}, Jon Dough, Tom Byron
. Kaylan Nicole, Jon Dough
! cable-ready editing
Synopis:
It starts off with Kaylan telling Norma Jeane about her Honeymoon.
She says her husband is a suprising good lover, but that she still
wants to have fun with her. So they take their clothes off and play.
Ho hum. FF. In walks her husband, Randy West. Out walks Randy, and
Kaylan goes running after him.
Suddenly, we see Kaylan with her car broken down by the side of a
rural road. The rest of the move has nothing to do with the first
scene and we never see Randy or Norma Jean again.
Kaylan is rescued by a cowbow played by Jon Dough. He takes Kaylan
back to the ranch so his buddy Hank (Tom Byron) can give her a ride
in to town.
Hank is occupied with Vanessa Chase, so Kaylan is stuck, so she sets her
sights on seducing Jon Dough, who seems to be playing hard to get.
In an effor to make Jon jealous, Kaylan shows Tom's girlfriend (what happen
to Vanessa?) how girls do it in the big city, then Tom joins in.
Jon turns the tables and does a 3-way with Chayse and Tom.
Frustrated, Kaylan tries pushing her car to town. Dough stops her
and fucks her on the hood instead. Hey, there are actually a couple
good shots here that aren't cut away from immediately. Not enough
though.
Comments:
Norma Jean only appears in one lesbian scene. Boo. Hiss.
OK so it is clear from the box that this is a Kaylan Nicole vehicle.
Still with a title like Misfits we would expect Norma Jeane to figure
a little more prominently.
I saw Vanessa Chase and Norma Jean in the cast list and I thought I'd give
F.J. Lincoln another chance even though everything I've seen from him
recently (the past few years now) has sucked. While it's not as bad as
some other recent work (e.g. Misty@Midnight) it still suffers badly from
the cable-ready editing that has become so prevalent in today's videos. It
so frustrating. Just when the camera has finally pulled back to a decent
full-body shot--wham, they cut to another close-up. It make me so mad I just
want to kill the director. It makes me want to make my own videos. Jesus,
don't these people know what's hot? They probably do, but they are more
interested in making money, than they are in making hot videos.
I swear to God, I won't be renting any another F.J. Lincoln video no matter
how appealing the cast appears (or if I do I certainly won't admit it).
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