From: [email protected] (vince)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.movies
Subject: Shock - not a review
Date: 26 Jul 1996 11:54:31 -0500
I watched "Shock" last night. This is Michael Ninn's sequal to
"Latex". The story is that John Dough's character sucks some
woman(Shala LaVoux?) into his mind and the psychiatrist from
Latex and her terminator assistants go into his brain to
rescue her. Sort of a Brazil meets Bladerunner meets Terminator
and they have group sex and end up sticky.
Some really twisted and interesting visuals this time out.
The first scene has Dough doing a black&white Marilyn Monroe.
Hell, I'll never be able to descibe some of these scenes. Anyway,
we have gargoyle sex(same set and makeup was used in a gay video
according to an article I read in AVN), Juli Ashton taking on a
condomed Peter North vaginally while an un-condomed Tom Byron
enters through the back door(followed by 2 facials), lesbian group
sex where the girls wearing strap-ons ejaculate buckets(pretty
kinky in a golden shower way).
Definitely worth a rent just to see the cutting edge in porn. However,
I believe all the artistry distances us from the sexual heat generated.
It's very erotic yet somehow lacks emotion. Given all the effects
and eroticism, it's still very hardcore. The Ninn bros do the
techo soundtrack(still using a vocal sample that I first heard in
Eno and Byrne's "My Life in the Bush of Ghosts") which got on my
nerves after a while(too repetitive for me). The ending is somewhat
of a surprise so I won't give it away.
Then I watched "Beeping Miss Buffy" with some teener-type blonde
(??? Mist?). This was a short video with looped scenes and bad
dialog but some hot sex with actual(to my eyes) female orgasms.
The women were not familiar to me but hot and nasty in a "girl
you picked up at a bar" sort of way. I really liked the agressiveness
of the women though the Mist chick didn't do much other than
look young and innocent but damn, she looked good.
vince
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