From: SRH ([email protected]) Subject: Review =?iso-8859-1?Q?=96?= "Temple of Poon" Date: Mon, 24 Feb 97 10:30:05 Organization: Netcom The following is copyright of the author. It may be distributed freely on the Internet and added to review archives providing proper credit is given. Any comments please post to the newsgroup. Review: "Temple of Poon" Plush, 86 Minutes Director: Stuart Canterbury Saw this in the store so I picked it up based on the 4.5 rating given by AVN. Tyfanny Million, Kaitlyn Ashley, Jill Kelly, Heather Lee, Sindee Coxx, Kimberly Kyle, Nancy Vee, Bridgette Monroe, Joey Silvera, Mike Horner, Kyle Stone Tony Martino, Tom Chapman. Dr. Jane Marx (Tyfanny) and Preston (Joey) are on an Indiana Jones type thing with Joey discovering the hidden treasure of Darvik, the god of erotic fantasies. Tiffany, who锟絪 dressed for this archeological breakthrough like she锟絪 on her way to the country club for a casual Saturday lunch, tells Joey about the myth that any tampering with the artifacts will result in "...being driven mad by visions of their own erotic fantasies." Dr. Preston laughs this off saying he doesn锟絫 believe in that bullshit. We also learn that an ancient king entombed two lovers who were bethrothed but lost their virginity "a little early". We now flash back to the two lovers and their nasty deed (Kaitlyn Ashley and Kyle Stone). Very uninspired performances by both which after way too long a time, ends in a facial where we learn that the ancients had perfected the art of tongue piercing and tattoos. Back to the present where Kimberly Kyle and Mike Horner discuss the ancient curse at a bar (Tyfanny and Joey are sniping with each other because Tyfanny told Kimberly about the ancient secret. Seems like Kimberly and Horner are part of the team.) We finally get to Kimberly and Horner getting it on outdoors next to the fire on an air mattress. This scene has a little more enthusiasm than the first. Missionary, legs on shoulders, BJ, doggie style, he cums on her ass. Meanwhile, Joey is having a restless dream where we see Jill Kelly, Heather Lee, and Sindee Coxx (with as bad a set of fake tits as I锟絭e seen) as some sort of pagan ritual threesome. They play with themselves for way too long, finally go to a three way lez daisy chain, ends with some dildo play. Very uninspired. I flip off the tape for awhile and watch NFL films on ESPN. Joey wakes up and tells Tyfanny about his dream. She gives him a look and says "there锟絪 a name for that, it锟絪 called a wet dream." Tyfannynow looks ready to resume the dig in a nice denim outfit. Meanwhile, back at the temple, Horner and Kimberly find a dildo with some hieroglyphics on it and we flash back to... Nancy Vee and Tony Martino using the dildo in some type of pagan ritual. She锟絪 on the marble slab altar. He rubs the dildo around her mouth andpussy, eats her, she gets into it, cums. Fucks her in standing doggie over the slab, missionary, finally cums on her pussy. Another very uninspired and way too long scene. Back to the present. Joey now comes into the temple and, after looking at the dildo, faints. He锟絪 having another bad dream where we see Bridgette Monroe in some kind of cat mask playing with herself. Boring. In walks Tom Chapman. She sucks him, he eats her, reverse cowgirl, sideways cowgirl(!!!!) We learn that in the ancient culture, girls wear high heels when they wear cat masks during sex. Doggie style anal which goes to reverse cowgirl anal as Bridgette gets three fingers in her pussy. Chapman pumps her pretty hard. She says something we can锟絫 hear. He gives her a facial of which she catches most of in the palm of her hand and slurps it noisily. Not a bad finish to a poor to average scene. Joey wakes up. Tyfanny shows him a quote in the ancient text which she锟絪 translated that proves he锟絪 got some kind of curse. He looks at the text. He agrees. She shows him the cure; "All we have to do is..." Cut to the temple with Tyfanny and Joey. She锟絪 barefoot and in a bikini. He锟絪 dressed wearing a hat. Looses clothes but wears hat through scene. Best of the movie. She gives him an enthusiastic BJ, he eats her, she lactates, lots of noise like she锟絪enjoying herself with nice sultry looks at the camera. Condom onduring penetration ending in the removal of the condom when he cums on her pussy. They look like a happily married couple (are they?) with enthusiasm and fun. We cut to the outside. Tyfanny and Kimberly are talking about the curse. Tyfanny says she made up the cure. Says Tyfanny: "Sometimes you get so horny, you锟絣l do anything!!!!" (Girls giggle)."God, I锟絭e sunk so low." (No shit, you probably watched the movie.) End of movie. Some comments: The photography, lighting, and music were all very good. The story line was plausible, the acting was OK. Tyfanny looked good looking like a country club wife which was OK with me. Horner was decent. Silvera was decent. Tyfanny can actually act a little bit but the sex really sucked (er, was not good). I keep thinking of the 3-way lez scene and wondered what it would have been like with say, Debi Diamond, Felicia and Melanie Moore. I wonder what the first scene would have been like with say, Jenna Jameson or Missy or Nici Sterling....are you getting the picture? I mean, Kaitlyn Ashley had a look on her face at the beginning of the scene like, "I锟絭e got two courtside for the Lakers/Bulls game so let锟絪 get going." For once, the director, sound guys, music guys and lighting guys had it right but the scenes (except for Tyfanny) were terrible (Bridgette got a little nasty at the end of her scene but otherwise not inspiring). Kimberly Kyle fell short. The 3way lez could have been great but was not. Had potential for a good couples movie. This movie had the potential to be a 3.75 on the Imp scale but I have to give it a 2.0 only for the direction, lighting, etc. If you want steamy sex, forget it and use the rental money for beer.
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