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Subject: Dunbar Review #101: The Oh Zone (and The Dunbar Challenge)
From: [email protected] (Jamal Dunbar)
Date: Fri, 22 Dec 1995 05:07:07 UTC
Let's play a little game: Dunbar vs. a.s.m. I will try post one review
for every review I see posted by another reader. In order for a review to
score it has to be a thoughtful review. (Yes, I decide what counts as
thoughtful). The other key is I have to see it to count it, so you'd
better include the word "review" in the subject.
A complete review should include scene lists, director, copyright date, and
video label, and summary of the viewers opinion (not necessarily a rating).
Granted, you're probably not as obsessive I am, so you always get an A for
effort, even if a few details are missing.
If it includes a scene list summary, like my own, I won't complain, and it
will almost certainly score a point. If it has a more verbose run down of
the scenes that's good too.
Theoretically, you should be able to trounce me, since there are many of you
and only one of me. Already a.s.m. is off to an early lead.
The score is currently:
alt.sex.movies: 3
Dunbar: 1
Thanks to Roger, JJ, and GS for:
Takin' it to the Limit
The Gigalo 1 & 2,
The Bottom Line
The first period the game will go from now until the end of January,
at which time I hope to humbly concede defeat. If I actually win this
game, then either I watch entirely too much porn (possibly) or you
simply aren't doing your share.
Now my review:
# The Oh Zone
c 2.52 1995 VCA, Jim Enright
. Jessica James, T.T. Boy {pc.Cg|D;e.Br}
. Micki Lynn, Sunset Thomas
. Kirsty Way, Jon Dough
. Sweetie Pie, T.T. Boy
. Kirsty Way, Peter North {pc.M|D;e.Br}
. Micki Lynn {pc.Rc;e.F}, Sunset Thomas {pc.D}, Jon dough
. Kirsty Way, T.T. Boy, Sweetie Pie, Jessica James, Jon Dough
Plot: An experiment involving sex and radiation goes awry sending
the subjects hurtling 41.7 days into the past.
The purpose of the experiment is to determine the affect of ozone depletion
on sexual performance, but fucking under ultraviolet light has unforseen
side effects. First up, the subjects of the experiment Jessica James and
T.T. Boy. Jessica is an attractive, busty, blonde. Her boobs are fake,
but they look pretty good. She has plenty of subcutaneous fat, so the look
soft, not stretched ridiculously tight, and they attach to her body nicely
(no ugly stretching and creasing).
Only one really good shot (doggie, shot from behind and to the side). The
rest is spoiled by the frenetic editing style. After the climax the
subjects disappear in a puff of smoke...
Jessica pops in our her college roomies, Micki and Sunset just in time for
a little study break. Jessica watches while Sunset nails Micki. I hardly
recognized Sunset. Her hair is light yellow, instead of its usually darker
blonde. She doesn't look as adolescent as she used to. She looks like
(gasp) a mature woman. Micki Lynn on the other hand still looks adorably
adolescent.
Meanwhile back at the lab, our intrepid experimenters, Waay and her
assistant Dough, determine that the subjects have travelled 41 days into
the passed. And that they must go after them to save history as we know
it. But the only way to follow them is to repeat the experiment, so Dough
nails Kirsty, and the orgasm their way into the past.
The scene is somewhat disappointing due to the dearth of explicit full-body
shots of Kirsty's lovely figure. At one point she's on her back with her
legs in the air, the camera's in right position (behind her head shooting
toward Jon, but t's about all we get to see is John's face and a little bit
of Kirsty's legs. Damn. All they needed to do was pull the camera back a
bit, pan down a little, et voila, something worth watching.
Elsewhere, T.T. is at a sports bar where he seems to be having an
incredible run of luck betting on the games. After his latest big win, he
uses his "psychic" powers to score with the waitress, Sweetie Pie (blond,
small breasts, slightly droopy).
Dough pops in Micki's and Sunset's room, and a nice little threesome
ensues. It could have been better with more explicit full body shots and
fewer jump cuts, but with babes like Micki and Sunset, it's still very
watchable. Best shot: Micky Lynn, reverse cowgirl (oh, but it's so brief).
Kirsty returns to her lab and get a "massage" from her lab assistant, Peter
North. A couple good shots. One in the missionary possition shot from the
front and to the side where you can see Kirsty from head to toe (what gorgeous
legs she has) and still have a nice view of the penetration. Unfortunely,
it's ever so brief (3-5 secs). The other is in the doggie position, shot
shot the side, slightly behind, again affording us a full view of Kirsty's
body and a view of the penetration. This shot is held for a decent interval
(10-20 secs).
I hear Kirsty has gone and had her breasts enlarged. What a shame.
And I was just admiring her cute perky little tits she has (had).
Thank God, Micki Lynn hasn't succumb (knock on wood).
They round-up most of the cast in the lab for an orgy that will send them
all back to the future. Too bad Peter, Micky and Sunset couldn't have been
included. Not a particular impressive scene. Too much attention is paid
to the least attractive woman (i.e. Sweetie Pie, who really ought to get a
new name).
Some Random Comments;
o VCA has held good too their condoms-only promise. It's not as
awful I thought it would be, and they make up for it a little with extra
scenes.
o There's some cute and funny dialogue at times. Dough and Waay do a good
job with their dialogue. Kirsty has a surpisingly natural delivery. The
rest of the case struggles with their dialogue. Boy's and North's
delivery is especially wooden at times. Is that why the call them
woodsmen? I guess Dough's deliver isn't that great either but he has
some funnier lines, and put a little energy in to them.
o Over half the scenes in the video are shot on the same lab table.
The rest on sets we've seen before in other VCA (and non-VCA) pictures/
I'm tired of seeing the same set over and over again. There's this one
unmistakable. It has matching doors on either side and a faux window in
between. The only thing that seems to change is the color of the drapes.
Funny, I haven't seen an videos shot at "the ranch" in a while--you know
the one with the white rail fences.
o What's up the editors at VCA? They must be on speed. They can't
seem to leave a decent shot alone for more than 3-5 seconds.
Seems to me fewer cuts would be less work for them.
It's obvious they have a couple of pieces of good footage, may be 25-30
seconds in length, and they choose to ruin them by chopping them into
little tiny bits, 3-5 seconds in length intercut with a) genital
close-ups b) facial close-ups c) reaction shots of by-standers. Worse,
they use the same close-ups and reaction shots repeatedly. At one point
I counted 7 different shots (6 cuts) in a span of 21 seconds. That's an
average of only three seconds per shot, with some shots being
considerably shorter.
I can't believe they have so little footage to work with that they have
stretch it out like this. If they really need to, I rather the run the
whole piece of good footage, cut to a close-up, and the run the good
piece of footage again. Or at least only break the good piece of footage
once or twice. But I guess that would look amateurish compared to all
the fancy multiple-cut editing they do.
I guess it's not entirely the editor's fault, seems like the camera
people only know how to do fixed shots, seems like they have forgotten
how to pan across a scene, or move in an out of a scene.
SUMMARY: There's enough here to make it worth renting, but only just.
Would have liked to have seen more het action with Micki Lynn.
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