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SUBJECT: REVIEW: Anal Plaything 2
DATE: 6 Oct 1996 21:26:38 GMT
ORGANIZATION: Intercosmic Cabal Project
FOLLOWUP-TO: rec.arts.movies.erotica
Borsky, Anal Plaything 2.
... One of Borsky's better 'Anal' videos. Vanessa Chase is good-- but
Shonna Lynn steals the show.
Borsky shoots the best pro-am loops in the business. He uses luxurious
settings and selects camera angles to make any girl look glamorous.
A Borsky scene typically provides four standard positions, some head,
some facials, and some anals. Borsky occasionally uses a fish-eye
lense to heighten our viewing experience. His close-ups can be
spectacular. His shooting style is rigid, which means that some
performers work very well, while others are just OK. Nobody looks
bad in a Borsky flick.
He emphasizes sensuality and takes terrific close-ups of the action
to provide graphic intensity. His camera work is the best; which
means you will see what you want to see, when you want to see it.
* * * * * * *
SCENE ONE: Shonna Lynn and Anna Malle on a couch and on the floor.
Anna Malle gets some camera time, but really plays a supporting role
here. Ana Malle is a stringy, aggressive hispanic brunette with hungry
eyes and a prehensile pussy. She has a trashy, lust-driven performing
style that doesn't lend itself well to Borsky's slick, glamorous camera
shoots. Nevertheless, she manages to both talk dirty AND look glamorous
at the same time, and probably deserved more camera time. Anna Malle is
one of a kind. Catch her in a Zane video to see what she's really like.
Shonna Lynn looks as good as I've ever seen her-- a petite, glamorous tan
pixie with a broad, almost cartoonish forehead, a small pouty mouth, and
unusually large tits for such a small frame. She moves and poses well.
Her small but sensual mouth looks great working over a huge cock in
close-up. During her reverse cowboy and doggie scenes, she provides
excellent close-ups of an exquisite pussy. I am not a big Shonna Lynn
fan, but this scene sold me on her performing ability.
SCENE TWO: Vanessa Chase and Gina Delaney on a bed. Vanessa is wearing
the same cut-offs she wore in Casting Call 5-- which might have been her
first video appearance. This scene must have been shot not long afterwords.
This is a good, but not a great Vanessa scene-- she is too passive;
the camera is often out of position; and TT Boy is a shit. Vanessa looks
like she's just not into the action and the scene moves slowly even for
a Borsky shoot. Nonetheless, there is an edge of glamor and intensity here
toward the end of the scene. You'll see lots of body parts, too few medium
shots of her lovely body, and no close-ups of note. TT Boy was the real
problem here. He who completely failed to help Vanessa find some attractive
and appealing poses for the camera.
Gina Delaney has more chemistry with her partner, and it helps her
performance. She actually turns in a more intense, revealing performance
than Vanessa does. We get a good closeup look at some intense action here.
Playing a backup role to Vanessa, Gina deserved a scene of her own.
SCENE THREE: Starts with Shonna, perched over a dildo on the floor.
She opens her thighs and slowly settles down on the dildo. A blond with
strong sharp features, 23+, slim, 5'3", six lbs. heavy, plays a suppoorting
role here. The stud comes in and both girls take him on for 15 minutes--
Shonna again provides great splay-legged missionary and doggie action, and
some swell undulating close-ups.
Jake Steed and Nikole lace, on a chair moving to a couch. Nikole Lace is
a cute, expressive petite brunette (mixed race), with an edge of glamor.
Nikole and Jake put on a friendly performance-- Nikole seems to really
enjoy herself. The Anal scene is a little painful, but Jake shows us all
how to handle insertion gently and firmly, with a willing partner. Nikole
works her hips while he inserts. The scene ends with a good 3 squirt
facial across Nikole's cheek and hair.
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