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Anabolic, Nasty Nymphos 14
This is a mediocre offering in the usually excellent pro-am series from
Anabolic. In this series, known for its intense, athletic (and sometimes
historic) performances and very good performer chemistry; Volume 14
presents only adequacy and workmanlike politeness. It could have been
shot by Leisuretime.
You get six 22-minute scenes; three standard coitus positions per scene
(missionary, cowgirl, doggie, etc.) some anal, head and muff. No one
performs any special positions or unusual acts that I could identify.
Facials were unremarkable. Tape ends in a foursome.
Scene problems:
*) Too much fooling around-- to the point that it becomes an obvious
ego indulgence on the part of the director. While these people are
inherently interesting when they fuck; they are *not* inherently
interesting when they talk. They have nothing on their minds.
*) In all scenes, usually good Anabolic camera work became static.
Cameras often held position as if they were on tripods, even when
faced with performers changing position. These static shots reduced
even interesting activity to the boring levels of a PBS travellog.
*) Close-ups and candid shots were brief compared to other volumes
in this series. Even when the girls posed well, the cameraman didn't
seem to notice and catch it for us.
* * * * * SCENE REVIEWS * * * * * * *
Gabrille and Bobby Vitale, on a bed. Poo. G. is game, but she's a little
ragged around the edges-- she probably came in to shoot the vid after her
last shift at a local biker bar. Bobby Vitale looks like some scrawny kid
brother that didn't make the cut to get into the local Gypsy Joker
chapter. Bobby doesn't know how to help Gabrille pose and move in
appealing ways for the camera. They perform well nonetheless. Scarlett
is around briefly, like a lewd pixie, having fun but distracting
performers and camera from the business at hand.
Scarlett and Vince Voyeur, all over the house. This is not a loop-- it;s
an ego- indulgence on the part of the director. We are supposed to
believe that Scarlett has never been in a video before, and that Vince
Voyeur is going to talk her into it.
Scarlett is *not* the same "Scarlett" that might have been working a few
years ago. She's an average mid-20s bi-brunette who doesn't like sex so
much as she likes to use her sexuality to mess with guys' minds. I would
guess she's a stripper, but she simply isn't pretty enough. For 17
minutes, Scarlett shows a fetching sense of humor and an endless talent
for flirting, but little else. When Vince finally gets Scarlett's clothes
off and onto the bed; you just don't care any more. Action *is* fair,
though-- for maybe six minutes. This is one of the poorer loops I've seen
in any Nasty Nymphos volume.
Janai and Sean Michaels on a couch. Janai is seasoned, but a little self-
conscious mid-20s honey brunette with high cheekbones, long legs, clear
eyes and a square jawline. She would be very good in a Vivid picture, I
think. She's game, but a little wooden. They move into an athletic but
not intense three position performance. Sean executes a splattery poorly
aimed facial after 22 minutes.
Nikki Brantz and Marc Davis. Nikki is a plain brunette with an expressive
face. Her body is nice but not magnetic, until she spreads her legs to
reveal her elegant little snatch. She's a current Max Hardcore favorite.
Nikki says she's 18, and she might be-- she lacks some of the curves of a
girl in her 20s.
Nikki turns in a mercy-performance. Marc Davis can be very athletic and
intense, but he phones in his performance as well, missing a golden
opportunity to romp like a buffalo with this small, young, willing, easily
man- handled brunette. Highlight: Nikki talks in a little-girl voice
while giving us a 1/3 second tunnel shot.
Sabrina Johnson and Tom Byron on a bed. Sabrina looks like Nikki's semi-
glamerous older sister. Sabrina is a brunette with milky skin, magnetic
eyes, a soft chin line and a beautiful slim body. She poses doggy-style
like nobody's business. She is a little too poised to take seriously, but
doesn't quite know how to position her body for the camera. Tom helps,
but not enough. The camera made bad perspective choices-- Sabrina's
performance was better than it looks on tape here. This is the best scene
on the tape.
Jenny Blair, Preschia(sp?) and Jon Dough (and a fourth male) on the grass.
Jenny Blair is an 30s semi-redhead who has surprising visual presence in
front of a camera. In addition; The NN crew has *finally* figured out how
to shoot an outdoor scene without shadows (after 13 volumes). Preschia is
a cute younger brunette, veteran of an earlier NN volume; who is here to
add a fourth body. She turned in a very good performance, but the camera
caught very little of it.
The gang starts off well, but there are few close-ups; they hold a
missionary position too long; and the camera simply misses too much
action. There is a fair cowgirl DP on a chaise lounge-- almost lighted
properly. Jenny does well, but the guys can't get coordinated.
* * * * * * Conclusions * * * * *
The last three Nasty Nymphos volumes (12, 13 and 14) have not lived up to
the high standard of intense, athletic performance set by most of the
scenes contained in the first eleven volumes. These last three volumes
are not bad, and they all have some good moments. My guess is that the
Anabolic people have spread themselves across too many series this year,
and aren't taking the time to take care of *this* series-- which was the
start of their current success.
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