FROM: (Scribbler)
SUBJECT: REVIEW: Sean Michaels Ass movie
DATE: 6 Oct 1996 21:24:49 GMT
ORGANIZATION: Intercosmic Cabal Project
FOLLOWUP-TO: rec.arts.movies.erotica
Sean Michaels: Up Your Ass; Anabolic
This is Sean Michael's first offering for Anabolic. It is similar to
Anabolic's Nasty Nymphos series. You get six 25-minute scenes, including
two excellent DPs.
I like Sean Michaels' work-- he's one of the few studs working today who
knows how to work with a partner. Under good direction, he creates a
rapport with his partner, and never forgets to keep her posed attractively
for the camera. The key word here is "direction"-- Sean NEEDS to be
directed. This video proves it.
I *don't* recommend this video even though it has many good moments, for
the following reasons:
*) Too many shots are shadowed (maybe a third of the video). You won't
see what you want to see--- it'll be in the shadows half the time.
*) Sean simply doesn't have a personality strong enough to host a video.
He is emotionally cold, he mumbles, and he seems to have NOTHING on
his mind during the interviews. We get no sense for who the girl is,
the way we do in Nasty Nymphos and other pro-am videos. Sean also
FORGETS to do what he does best-- keep the girl revealingly posed for
the camera. There's just no intensity or focus here.
*) Dare I raise the race issue? ... Well, Sean did, so I'll respond.
Sean is coal-black; and so are his two weightlifting friends. They
work over the lightest, blondest girls they can, with reel kool homeboy
attitudes that don't add anything to this video. Just to underline the
obvious racial differences here, they have instructed all these blondes
to act like cartoon white whores for the camera.
I guess I'm supposed to be shocked by the interracial couplings,
but it's phoney-- as phoney as Sean's Los Angeles-hip K-Mart
gangbanger clothes. I don't think this is who you are; Sean. In a
few years, you'll be embarrassed you made this video.
* * * * * *
SCENE ONE: Tracy Love and Shonna Lynn on a motel bed. Tracy Love is
a tough young blonde, billed as "Love" in a recent Casting Call volume.
She snarls her way through an otherwise fine performance-- half of which
was obliterated by shadowey, dim lighting.
Shonna Lynn had to wear a ridiculous blonde wig and pale make-up for this
scene-- she's half black and simply doesn't pass for Scandanavian. Shonna
Lynn turns in a great DP.
SCENE TWO: Julian St. Jox and a black girl, outdoors moving to a bedroom.
The black girl tries for a glamorous look, but just misses. She poses well
and performs with real intensity-- cooperative more than aggressive.
SCENE THREE: Sean and Charli Sparks. Charli is 28, blonde, slim and
tough. Good close-ups of a wooden doggie anal, but her tight pussy looks
great in close-up.
SCENE FOUR: Sean and Markie. Markie is a late 20s dishwater blonde. She
tries but fails to be nasty on a motel bed. Markie has full thighs and
might be a little overweight, but it's hard to tell-- all Sean shows us
are body parts. Good poke-shots and a fair facial.
SCENE FIVE: Sean and Jacqueline. J. is 23+, slim, shy, pretty Hungarian
blonde (looks a little like Draghixa), who can't seem to hide how grateful
she is to be with Sean. This is a simple, refreshing person, and her
honesty stands in sharp, sharp contrast to *everyone* else in this video.
Strong sunlight creates strong shadows, however; and the hot scene becomes
tepid as what we want to see falls into shadows. I want to see Jacqueline
again.
SCENE SIX: Missy, Sean and Julian St Jox on a lounge chair. Missy always
turns in an intense, aggressive performance. Here, the three of them end
with a DP that is about as good as DPs get-- it's well shot and well-lighted;
everybody's coordinated and enthusiastic, and the camera holds position long
enough so you can really see what's going on.
Jacqueline comes back for a brief, touching surprise as the credits roll.
CONCLUSION: Two excellent DPs by Shonna Lynn and Missy, and Jacqueline's
fresh, hungry visual presence almost make up for a generally poorly
directed and casually shot pro-am video. I like to take chances on
vids like this; so I'm glad I rented it-- but I don't reccommend it to
readers, because there's only about eighteen minutes of decently filmed
action in two hours and twenty minutes of tape.
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