From: [email protected] (Brad Williams) Newsgroups: rec.arts.movies.erotica Subject: Review: Greg Dark's "Shocking Truth Part 2" Date: Mon, 10 Mar 97 23:39:26 Shocking Truth Pt.2. 1996. DarkWorks in assoc with Evil Angel Dir/Prod/Edited by Greg Dark. Deliah,Missy,Sahara Sands, Alex Dane, Brooke Ashley,Mila, and STar Chandler as the Devil(non-sex, she's nude, and painted red, but doesn't perform). Shot-on-video Hmm...no phone sex ads or anything in front of the movie, how nice:) Look! The cast is pictured with their name to make identifying them easy like in most Dark movies. What a concept, yet too simple for most loser directors to bother with. If you saw the first part of the series, this is more of the same with a different cast. Dark does an interview with a starlet, Star Chandler the Devil appears and demands some stuff, and the fucking begins. The interviews are pretty good as Dark goes beyond just "do you like fucking" to "what is the most disgusting thing your bf asked you to do?" and "what is the most disgusting thing you were ashamed to admit you got off on?" The answers are found in the "Things in Assholes" thread that is on-going, believe me:) The questions are much better than usual, and the starlets seemed relaxed enough and natural, and get tounge-tied a few times by some of the Dark questions.All the women look straight at the camera during their sex scenes. After a sign pops-up that says "Time to Fuck," Missy is taking a nap by her pool when two dog-masked dudes show-up with bad intentions. Some rather hilarious "sniffing" transpires, and one of the "dogs" holds her nose to get her to open her mouth, which he promptly stuffs his dick into. AFter she wakes-up, it's down to action, and the dog-masks come off. DEAR GOD put them back on! Two of the hairest,greasiest, and just plain revolting looking dudes do the honors with a 4finger-fuck and a mouth fuck. By now, everyone is sweating their ass off, so they decide to poke Missy's ass. EXTREME close-up of 'roids isn't the most pleasant. A little toe-fucking,lots of grunts and screams by Missy, and a DP with a double facial finale. This was shot outside, and everyone probably lost 15lbs of sweat during it. Pretty good, except for the two "dogs" who make Ron Jeremy look like Brad Pitt. Alex Dane gets a visit from the Devil after her interview(she got stumped by Dark when he asked:"What talents do you have besides fucking?"), and does a strip/masturbation bit for the viewing audience. Donkey-man and Cheetah-man stop in for some rimming,BJ's,doggie,etc. They blow into a jar of grapes that Dane sucks and eats. About that time, a sign pops-up that says "SLUT." You got that right:) Dane looks good, so the scene is pretty hot. Nice editing here, as throughout. Deliah does her interview/strip/masturbation routine and gets two guys with no costumes. Let's see, rimming,fingering,doggie,BJ,anal, and DP followed by double facial. SOme post-scene comments by Deliah afterwards with cum all over her face. Decent. Next on the agenda is white-trash Mila who "loves to fuck." Good thing, because she has Dog-man,donkey-man,cheetah-man, rooster-man, and cat-man coming over to the crib for a gang-bang. Would you guess there is a lot of BJ action an d guys taking turns fucking her somewhere while she sucks the other dudes? One out of the ordinary moment is 3 guys getting many fingers rather easily in Mila. They get her upside-down for plenty of anal and some unusual BJ action. One of the "animals" exclaims "look she likes it,she really likes this shit" as every orifice is getting pounded. 5 big facials leave Mila a mess, but of course she's chatting away afterwards with big globs everywhere. For gang-bang fans only here, no real "heat" Brooke Ashley goes next with 3 guys. An extreme close-up of her bunghole followed by a big dick going in is about as close as a camera can get without falling in her wide hole too. See any of the above for what happens next, and it's not real scorching,either. Blah. Sahara Sands-even skankier than Mila. The "Time to Fuck" sign pops-up, and I'm almost dreading it. No costumes, but the dudes are funny enough without them. We got some bald dude who looks like Mr.Clean, some black guy who is NOT well-hung, and some almost normal looking dude. Sands doesn't look good either, IMHO. More hole-plunging and spreading, and facial finale. End of flick. If you like performers who look at you during all the action or extreme close-ups of pussies and assholes getting spread and forcefully stuffed, you'll probably be in heaven here. ATTENTION MAX VOLUME; NO lesbo action whatsoever here. Myself, I could have used some, as Dark's lez is usually hot.. For me, it's the worst Dark movie I've ever seen, and I've seen every one with or without Walter. While the production is top-notch as usual, the cast is just not too attractive, and they don't even bother to fake it during the action. After some pretty funny moments early, the hunor-well goes dry and the post-scene comments by the females with cum splattered all over their face gets a bit tiring. On the Imperator scale, this one gets the mediocre 2.5, by far the lowest of any Dark flick I have seen. If you like it raunchy, sleazy, and graphic in-your-face, you may find this more enjoyable than myself. Brad
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