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Studio: Tightfit Director: Ilay Kimchi Cast: Rony Pornstar, Ehud Sa'ado, Alma Fauck, Shotty G, Shelly Mimon, Amos Menoy, Ron Dankner, May Buskila
Portions of this review originally appeared on Fleshbot
Assraelis is an added-value porn movie. In addition to being a travelogue for those of us who have not visited Israel it is also a marketing hook that includes angry outcries from clergy, just by virtue of the movie having been shot in Tel Aviv. I'll try to keep the porn movie separate from the other bells and whistles as much as possible.
Filmed mostly in public spaces in Israel's capital, Assraelis is a standard gonzo that might have been shot in front of a bluescreen in Porn Valley (aside from the fact that Porn Valley doesn't use bluescreens). The sex always starts with fondling and a blowjob and always ends with a facial popshot. See? We're not that different.
There are other similarities. In group scenes, as in America, the guys are like a roving pack. The opening vignette features two cabbies cruising the outskirts of Tel Aviv for chicks. They pick up two and ostensibly kidnap them. The girls escape but are quickly lured back to fuck their captors, exhibiting a full-blown Stockholm Syndrome despite the brevity of the taxi ride.
After the cabtop deed is finished, the dudes speed away, leaving the ladies half naked in the street. "Fuck your mother's cunt!" someone says (I'm assuming one of the girls, but if it was one of the guys, what a nerve).
Not only is this similar to what Prince did to Apollonia in Purple Rain, but that casual misogyny is American Porn Standard.
That said, the women in Assraelis are all-natural and sassy, particularly the brunettes May Buskila and Rony Pornstar. Though the motions are often the same, absent is the regrettable stateside device of having anyone look directly at the camera to pose and bite her fingers. I hate that.
Rony Pornstar in particular seems to be enjoying her job. In both a beach scene by the Mediterranean and an unlikely-but-who-cares? group grope in a park (the gang finds her asleep on a bench and, counter to Mosaic law, proceed to grab her clothes off), she wears a big smile.
Forgivable problems with the movie include some blatant ADR gaffes (we hear people moaning in an echo-y studio when on screen their mouths are closed and they're in a park), as well as brief looped sequences reminiscent of 80's porn. But the performances. Obviously the filmmakers grew up watching a lot of porn because they have the beats down, but the performances are not rote, and that is refreshing.
In the same way that the Chinese call Chinese food "food", Assraelis was a title created by the movie's distributor, Tightfit Productions. The marketing of this movie with its Hebraic font and the subsequent solicitations of a hue and cry from rabbis had nothing to do with the way the movie was filmed.
For example, a squad of Israeli soldiers by chance marching near Rony's tryst is filmed cheering the couple on. There are no mentions of the Intifada or Scud attacks. I guess it would be shocking to see foreskins on the guys, but the only thing one could really point to as "Israeli" in the movie is that everyone is speaking Hebrew. The cast's lack of tattoos is also not enough to guess its nationality.
How is this movie different from any other porn movie? The women are hot as a burning bush. Next year in Jerusalem!
 Labels: dvd, tightfit
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Jesse Jane: Image
Studio: Digital Playground Director: Robby D. Cast: Jesse Jane, Alektra Blue, Daisy Marie, Isabella Dior
Portions of this review originally appeared on Fleshbot
If life has taught us anything, it is that Jesse Jane, like a shaved, 3-in-1 ZZ Top, can appear to right wrongs and fight crimes. Such is her role in "Image", a must-have for fans of the Oklahoma Sex Wraith.
Such is Jane's celebrity that director Robby D. has crafted most of the movie around how others see her. The first scene takes place in either the personal screening room of a Porn Valley mogul or one of the dozen or so postage stamp cinemas in Copley Square, Boston.
Rick Patrick (Jane's husband in real life) is watching a film of Jane giving the business to a fey Eurostud in the empty theatre. He has popcorn and a soft drink. He is absently fiddling around in his jeans when Lo! Jane appears and spills popcorn on him. In her zeal to clean up the mess, she fucks the living shit out of him.
It is actually a very nice scene. Patrick is about nine feet tall but has an aw shucks expression throughout the interlude, as if he can't believe he is having sex with Jesse Jane. I feel he wasn't acting.
The next scene finds Marco Banderas and Daisy Marie coupling in what appears to be Willy Wonka's glass elevator retrofitted as a wine cellar. Perched on the glass ceiling is Jane, who, though the pair don't really need it, helps the couple along from above.
While it is always a pleasure to see Daisy, I found myself wondering what kind of person tells his or her architect, "I want a glass-ceilinged wine cellar that I can see from my kitchen". The effect of the scene was like watching "Good Morning America" but with people having sex behind the window rather than holding up signs reminding the nation that the Society for the Preservation and Encouragement of Barbershop Quartet Singing in America is headquartered in Kenosha, WI.
Jane suffers from gym rage in her next encounter, a girl-on-girl affair with Alektra Blue. The two are working out and Jane quickly becomes jealous of Blue's brute strength, so decides to do something about it. Blue has had some work done since the first time I saw her, but though just a little more curvy, she appears downright voluptuous compared to Jane. The bottom line is that it seemed unrealistic that Jane could take Blue in a fight, but it was a tasty scene nonetheless. Kudos to wardrobe mistress Celeste (also a Digital Playground director), who got Blue up in a green gym ensemble, complete with green-striped kneesox and a cameltoe.
Jane appears in Isabella Dior's mirror in the penultimate scene, giving the doe-like pornstress the motivation to bust a move on Scott Nails, who reappears to fuck Jesse out of her perch in the closet in the movie's final match-up.
"You're not going to work before you fuck me," says Jane in a perfect Valentine's Day message.
I like this "image" of Jane, silly and confident simultaneously, and the hyper-real settings are just loopy enough without being too much of a distraction. What is a slight distraction is Jane's weight. Since Jane mentioned it herself when we talked at this year's AVN Expo, I don't feel bad observing there will be more to love if she puts on a few pounds. What makes Jane the celebrity she is is her accessibility; if she goes Hollywood and strives for wafer-thinness she will cease to be real.
 Labels: "digital playground", "robby d", directors, dvds, reviews, wgl
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