From: "JMT" ([email protected]) Newsgroups: alt.sex.movies,rec.arts.movies.erotica Subject: Review #4: Rock N Roll Rocco Date: Tue, 08 Apr 97 19:04:59 Organization: Buttmen of America ROCK N ROLL ROCCO CAST: ROCCO, A TON OF EUROPEANS, RUBY, CHRISTIE LAKE, LINDA THOREN, JOEY SILVERA AND JOHN STAGLIANO EVIL ANGEL VIDEO Let me say right off the bat that this may be the stupidest video I have ever seen. And, trust me, I have seen a lot of stupid porn, so that's saying something. I've always been under the impression that Rocco's videos were probably heavily cut, leading to most of them not making any sense. Still, you could enjoy the hot sex and forget the incomprehensible plot. Neither of those apply here. This tape is just flat out dumb and the sex can't carry it. If the sex was good, I might be able to overlook the ridiculous rock band, Elio Le Storie they call themselves, but in absence of good sex, I was forced to watch with my mouth hanging open as this band put on one of most embarrassing spectacles I've ever seen. I wanted to hide my face, it wasso embarrassing. Kind of reminds me of how mind numbing it is to try and watch a sitcom character suddenly break into song. Normally I'm a fan of Rocco. I like his enthusiasm for anal and the fact that he doesn't mind twisting his body into all kinds of weird angles so the camera can catch the best angle. But if this was the first Rocco tape I'd ever seen, I would have written him off as a creep and never bothered with him again. The first half of the tape revolves around the "rock band" putting on a concert. Rocco prowls around the floor area, picks up a couple of chicks, one of them the luscious Anita Blond, and takes backstage and gives thema boring fuck, something I thought Rocco was incapable of. Rocco makes his way on stage, dragging the two women with him, and the crowd goes nuts, acting like Jaysus himself had suddenly made an appearance. I don't buy it. Either this was entirely staged, or the band had told the crowd to go nuts over this guy who was prowling around the stage. A quick cut and we suddenly find ourselves in some kind of night club where some seriously unattractive amateur swingers have dull sex. This kind of thing can work, as Rocco himself proved with Real Italian Swingers, but this group doesn't cut the mustard. Lightning fast cuts between couples doesn't help either. We make our way back to the concert where some dweeb who should really be taken out and shot is running around in a super hero costume and cape. Oh, and the band is singing some kind of absurd tribute to John Holmes. I know this because the producers were kind enough to close caption the Italian lyrics. Thank you so much. Suddenly, we're on a red clay soccer field (bet that feels good when you fall down) and Rocco appears to be trying to play Howard Costell. No, seriously, he's sitting on the sidelines, doing play by play. Someone should have talked him out of this, if for no other reason than the way it shows how Rocco is seriously starting to lose his hair. Have we ever hada top bald porn stud? This scene could work as the blonde haired referee, who resembles an actress on the sitcom Dave's World, gets her butthole seriously worked over, but the scene has two main problems. One, there are just too many people to really keep up with, or enjoy, what's going on. Second, due to all the people, there are just way too many quick camera cuts. Just as you get used to watching the referee get buttfucked, you're suddenly watching Rocco's brunette broadcasting partner sucking on some guy's noodle. Then it's something else and so on and so on. After a travesty is made of what have could been a good scene, the women are rather good looking, we're back on stage with that god awful rock band. They're taking turns showing off their bodies, and the less said about that, the better. Still it's pretty much the last we see of them, so something good does come of it. The next scene, like the soccer game, is another fish out of water. it's set in an office and Rocco appears to be the boss and a white trash brunette is his secretary. The brunette, who started off not being too appetizing but ended up with me thinking I wouldn't mind going a round with her, teases Rocco a while before finally giving in. Rocco licks her butthole and goes through the routine stuff, but surprisingly, doesn't give us the hard pounding anal I was fully expecting. It's pretty much true, for whatever the reason, that the less beautiful the woman, the more likely she is to get buttfucked. This woman is ripe for a rear end ramming, but Rocco never gets near her backdoor. The next two scenes were total turnoffs, but for two different reasons. The first scene starts off with Rocco, another guy and a blonde in a limousine. Rocco gets sucked off and the other guy pulls glops of white stuff out of the woman's pussy and shoves it in her mouth. I like pussy juice as muchas the next guy, but all I could think of here was yeast infection. The threesome make their way to a big house and the scene becomes disjointed after this. I really have no idea what's going on, except Rocco briefly buttfucks a skinny blonde in a bedroom door, then, for no apparent reason, begins to slap her across the face. I'm not talking love taps here. I'm talking a borderline, full fledged assault. I understand the conceptof make believe, and not understanding Italian doesn't help, but I hate to see a woman get hit for any reason, and this just totally turned me off. The scene ends with the two blondes receiving a hard, and I mean hard, anal reverse cowgirl pounding on a big bed. Usually, the harder an anal pounding gets, the more I enjoy it, but one of the blondes here was obviously not enjoying it. She was on the verge of crying and her screams of pain were way too genuine. There are women who can take a vicious ass pounding with a big smile on their face, J. R. Carrington anyone, but somebody needed to stop the camera and let this poor girl take a break. Seeing a woman treated this way makes me glad Rocco's losing his hair. The final scene normally would have been pretty hot. It involved red haired Ruby, Christie Lake, somebody named Linda Thoren, I believe, Hakan (my wife's favorite), Joey Silvera and, what killed the scene for me, John Stagliano. This scene was shot a long time ago, I don't doubt this, and Buttman was probably a while away from his fateful encounter with a transexual, but the scene still gave me the creeps. And Joey Silvera skulking around, laughing stupidly, didn't help. Somebody needs to tell him to stay behind the camera. Unlike 99 percent of his Buttman movies, Stagliano actually has sex in this one. He fucks Ruby for a good long time, then comes all over her asshole. Sure, Stagliano was probably clean when this was shot, but how many porn actors are now approaching Ruby's holes with great trepidation. The scene has some merits, Christie Lake gets a good DP fucking and Rubyis a really good looking red head. But the spectre of Stagliano and HIV drag it into the graveyard. Sorry, but things like this just creep me out. So, I really can't think of any kind of recommendation for this tape other than to avoid it. Rocco's done a lot better than this badly edited mess and you should check them out. Try Rocco's Real Italian Swingers or, better yet, something he was in, but didn't direct. JMT
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