From: [email protected](Nick Benkovich) Newsgroups: alt.sex.movies Subject: Review-"Twin Action" Date: 20 Aug 1996 06:02:10 GMT Lines: 150 INTRO: Well, this is my first review to asm, and I'm sorry it can't be of a better movie. This is a clear-cut case of a good box cover drawing me in to a shitty movie. Kids, don't be like your ol' buddy Nick and be seduced by the cover of this turkey, which features Angel Bust, who looks great on the cover, but the movie...well, just read on. Twin Action, Legend shot on video, 1994 Directed, written, produced by Frank Marino Starring;Lynn LeMay, Angel Bust, Rebecca Wild (sic), Lynden Johnson, John Dough, Randy Spears, and J.D. The video starts with John, a chemist, and Randy, an investor, having the "breakfast of champions" a few cold ones (Miller High Life; must be high budget:)) while Randy tells John how much money they'll make over John's new formula, a tanning solution which, when rubbed on a women's breasts, makes them horny as all get-out. As they part company, John goes to some other room, while Randy pretends to go out the front door, but ends up sneaking back in, with master double agent Lynn LeMay in tow. Upon going upstairs, Randy reveals his devious plan to steal the formula for himself, with the help of LeMay. To make sure the lotion works, they spy on John's gold-digging wife, Angel Bust, applying the formula. Scene 1a;Angel Bust Pretty bland stuff off Angel rubbing the lotion and masturbating. If you've never seen her before, count your blessings, as she has about the most ridiculous pair of silly-cones I've ever seen. So bad, there's what can only be described as some kind of dulap underneath each one. Somehow, though, this inspires Randy and Lynn to get it on, thus we've got Scene1b; Randy Spears and Lynn LeMay This is intercut with scenes of Angel's scene, as if having to watch Lynn's monstrous mams wasn't odd enough. I give her credit though-she gives good head, and is a rather spirit fuck. Standard eating by Randy, followed by super head by Lynn, mish on a chair then a bed, capped off by a weak Randy cumshot on her crotch. Randy decides that it's time to get his hands on the lotion, and he wants Lynn to go get it. But so she's not recognized by John, he asks her to utilize her mastery of disguise, so she does a twirl and -poof!- she becomes Lynden Johnson. Lynden Johnson, if you've never seen her, looks like Rebecca Wilde on crack. She walks over to Angel at poolside, who's saying that this lotion is so great, she can pinch her nipples and almost orgasm just from that (yeah right.) Well, there's Lynden to oblige her, and we're into Scene 2;Lynden Johnson and Angel Bust BOOOORING. Some uninspired licking and sucking. Best part was a cut to Randy watching the whole thing from inside and saying "Now this is better than the Buttman series," so at least I got a good laugh. For those who still care about the plot, Angel lets Lynden borrow the lotion. Lynden comes back to Randy, triumphant. Small problem; the lotion bottle doesn't have the ingredients listed on it. What to do? Why, have Lynden transform into Rebecca Wilde so she can fuck John for the formula, of course!! But not without Rebecca first asking Randy what she's getting for this; Rebecca: "A trip to Hawaii?" Randy: "Maybe." Rebecca:"Jewels?" Randy:"Maybe." Rebecca: "How bout a few things from the 7-11, Max ?(Spears' chracter)" Randy: "What, am I fuckin' made of money here?" Great exchange, and again, I'm distracted from seeing how bad this vid really is. Anywho, Rebecca seduces John, and we have; Scene 3;John Dough and Rebecca Wilde Wilde starts out with a very good blowjob, which is unfortunately marred by very noticable looping. No oral for Rebecca, we go to cowgirl, with John playing up the tit theme of this vid. Rebecca's tits are much smaller than they are now, so either these are her natural ones, or they're an earlier job (my guess is the latter.) The cowgirl eventually turns into a missionary, with some more looping; first her dress is on her belly, then near her shoulders; either she's become a porn starlet AND illusionist:) this is some really bad, noticable looping. John with a good size shot on her tits, except for one shot that surprised her and ended up on her shoulder. Does Wilde find out the formula? No, because Dough didn't memorize it, he had his wife memorize it instead (Why?). John wants to do it another time, as he's never done it twice in a day (yeah right John) to which Rebecca suggests he go star in an adult movie. Rebecca conveys the bad news to Randy, who says she's gonna have to fuck Angel again, but this time he's coming with her, to make sure she doesn't screw it up. Meanwhile, John decides Rebecca's idea wasn't half bad, and he looks for the number of the guy who said he made them (Morono? Macaroni?) He decides to look on the videos he keeps underneath his bed. While he's doing that, we get into; Scene 4; Randy Spears, Angel Bust and Rebecca Wilde This starts with a double blow job, and it looks like Angel's finally found something she's good at. Rebecca ends up hogging Randy's shaft though, so Angel's pretty much reduced to just standing there, which I cna live with:) It ends up with Randy fucking Rebecca doggie while she eats Angel for a while, before it's time for the films first titty-fuck, with Randy mish-style on Angel. He asks for the formula, to which Angel responds "It's titty titty bang bang" which makes Randy get this look on his face which again has me LMAO. Finally a badly cut cumshot on..well, Angel's hands mostly, with some landing on her cleavage. So what does titty titty bang bang mean? That'ss what Lynn, as Lynn again, aims to find out. But she's tired of sex, as she's been in all the scenes in this vid (she's a master of disguise, remember) and "all I have to show for it is a sore twat." But John tells her he'll tell her what it means, but she has to fuck him. She starts to decline, but John says it's either that or he calls the Frank guy and makes a stupid movie (apparently some of this vid is fact based:)) She decides to fuck him, and here we are into Scene 5;John Dough and Lynn LeMay It starts out with some titplay, which is unfortunately shot in close-up, which makes Lynn's already huge tits look like they deserve their own zip code. This is followed by some eating by John and then another good bowjob by Lynn on John. This is followed by some more tit-fucking, this time horizontally by Lynn on John. This turns into a cowgirl, with too many shots of Lynn's worst feature, her cellulite-ridden posterior. Again, segue into a missionary, capped by a good blast on the neck and chest. Lynn goes to Randy and Angel at poolside, to tell them the formula. Slight problem, however, in that aparantly the stuff is wearing off on Angel (so?) and thus their plan is a failure (what?) Not a total loss, says Lynn. Randy did get to fuck her. That's true, says Randy, who then remembers she's a master of disguise, and asks her what she really looks like. She does a spin to reveal her self as JD, in one of the funniest bits in porn I've seen in a while. Fadeout on a classic funny look on Randy's face. CONLCUSION: Nick's tip #1; When the best part of a video is the comedy performance of a male actor, it's pretty friggin' lame. Everyone smiled though, so at the very least *someone* was enjoying this video. If you want to see Randy Spears in the best role he's ever done, then by all means. Otherwise, stay away. Nick's rating;.75 out of a possible 5.0 Nick -- Nick Benkovich Visit Nick's Wrestling spot at http://www.geocities.com/Colosseum/2856/intro.html "I always tell the truth...even when I lie." -Al Pacino, "Scarface"
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