From: [email protected] (C Star)
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Date: Thu, 25 Jul 1996 18:00:25 UTC
Subject: Review of Sexcess
This is my first review.
Caballero Home Video
Sexcess
Debi Diamond, Melanie Moore, Lili Xene, Samantha York, T.T. Boy
Marc Wallace, Stephen St. Croix, Jace Rocker
You normally don't see the crew other than the Director listed,
but I have a reason:
Producer Jimmy Houston
Director Jim Enright
Editor Maurice De La Rue
Videographer Jason Sullivan
No date. I hate that, but I searched and couldn't find one. Probably
around 1990. I bought the tape from Excalibur for $9.95, mainly
because of Lili Xene.
Oh well...
Let's get a little backwards here and rate the movie before getting into
the details. It's a decent production, good camera work, good lighting,
good cast - but it suffers from one MAJOR fault: horrible,
inappropriate, mind-boggling, mind-numbing background music. Where do
they find this crap? I know it's hard to believe, but during the first
few minutes of the movie, when you would normally expect the plot of the
film to be developed, their conversation (Debi Diamond and Marc Wallace
- in Marc's office) is totally drowned out. Why? Every scene has you
reaching for the volume control. What the hell was producer Jimmy
Houston thinking of? After filming the movie, did he gather the other
three guys around him and . . .
"Ok men, we have a pretty good film here. Good acting, great sex, hot
emotion - now, how can we totally fuck it up?"
"Duh! Why don't we cover up all the sexy moaning and panting and nasty
talk with mind-boggling, horrendously repulsive music?"
"Yeah! We could even drown out some of the dialogue so the viewer has no
idea of what the film is about!"
"Wonderful idea men, MAKE IT SO."
UnFuckingBelievable!!!
Scene 1 Debi and Marc:
Marc's office. Long conversation, about what I don't know because
I have the volume turned down. Within minutes Debi has her beautiful
mouth wrapped around Marc's cock. When Marc starts to fuck her, she
stretches out on the desk and the camera person (bless him) gives us
a great full body shot. Debi is her usual explosive self. Slipping
and sliding all over the desk and talking nasty - I guess, if you
turn up the sound all you hear is mind-altering cacophony. Wallace
gets another BJ while doing pushups over her face. For you facial
fans, he delivers a decent volume, all of which nasty little Debi tries
to catch in her mouth. Xene walks in and the *music* mercifully stops.
Scene 2 Lili and T.T. Boy:
Men's restroom. Wasn't that great. Horrible waste of assets
(Lili, that is).
Scene 3. Debi and Melanie:
No music! Melanie is hot and Debi is sizzling. Mel goes down
on Debi. Debi throws her legs in the air (nothing unusual). Arrrg!
Fucking music starts. Turn volume down. *Watch* Mel and Debi talk
nasty. Great visual scene. Spitting, rim jobs, finger in ass and
thumb in pussy (and vice versa) - the stuff of good porn movies.
Scene 4. Lili, Samantha, and T.T.
Lili and T.T. are searching Wallace's office for a condom
slogan (I did manage to figure out some of the plot). Sam (Wallace's
wife) catches them. This evolves into a three way. Decent camera
work. Some good full body shots. Sam does a RC and goes down on
Lili at the same time. Good shot of Lili's super body, including
her 6 inch fuck-me-pumps (yeah, I know). The last bit is
laughable - T.T. stands over the girls to give them a facial.
He manages three drops (yeah, drops!).
Scene 5 Melanie and Steven:
Conference room. St. Croix, the boss, fires everybody except
his secretary, Melanie. They start to kiss and the god-awful
*music* cranks back in. Melanie is super hot. She either really
likes St. Croix or she was having a great hair day. She totally
enjoyed the fucking she received - very believable O.
I can't recommend that you rent or buy this movie, unless of course
the audio on your TV is out.
This film ought to be in the Porn Hall of Fame as the best example
of how to totally fuck-up a decent film with background music.
C Star
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