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Asia Carrera 4 on 1
 Studio: VCA
Director: Bud Lee, Henry Pachard, Justin Sterling, Nic Cramer, Wesley Emerson, others
Cast: Asia Carrera, Joel Lawrence, Steve Hatcher, Jonathan Morgan, Gwen Summers, Bridgette Kerkove, Alexandra Silk, Christi Lake, Crystal Gold, Brian Surewood, others
Portions of this review originally appeared on Fleshbot
This box set of four movies is a hit or miss collection that nevertheless captures Asia Carrera and her generation of porn talent in the crazy late 90's, when Toyota's RAV 4 was first becoming popular.
Carrera shares the long-leggedy and exotic look of Tera Patrick and Sophia Santi, but Carrera was a little softer, too, and in several of the movies in this collection she shows off some formidable (considering the competition) acting chops.
The first movie, "Hollywood Hookers", is really a Christi Lake movie with an Asia Carrera scene in it That's OK, because we get to see the sassy Crystal Gold and Lake tooling around in a DeLorean AND Brian Surewood before he became a pirate. Carrera's scene amongst the desert rocks is very tasty, but the collection doesn't kick into high gear until -
- the second movie, "Betrayal". This film, directed by Bud Lee and shot this week exactly ten years ago, is reason enough why Lee, once Carrera's husband, is considered one of the great porn directors. Filmed from a smart and efficient script by Dow Jones and George "Fozzi" Kaplan, "Betrayed" stars Carrera as a woman whose husband won't pay attention to her until she fakes breast cancer.
While it is strange to see what was to become a masturbation scene begin with a breast lump exam, the movie features believable performances from Joel Lawrence (now the owner of Goldstar Modeling, an adult talent agency) and Steve Hatcher, who in this movie looks like Nick Drake, had he lived.
The dialogue is thoughtful ("Maybe I should be sick all the time," Carrera says as she takes advantage of her sickness to lay her girlfriends, the carpenter, and Hatcher's best buddy, played by current Wicked director Jonathan Morgan), and the only thing that took away from an otherwise exemplary porn feature experience was the lite classics soundtrack.
Though possessing a less-tight script than "Betrayal", the final movie of the set, "Asia Is in Too Deep", written and directed by Wesley Emerson, features the best performances and the most eye candy. The only movie of the four with a moral (Be careful what you wish for), "Deep" tackles the issue of husbands wanting to see their wives with other women and what happens when the wives like the other women better.
Featuring juicy performances by Gwen Summers, Allysin Chanes, Bridgette Kerkove, and Ava Vincent, as well as solid acting from Herschel Savage, this movie pushes Asia off to the side a little. By this point in her career, she had developed a strange Gillian Anderson method of elocution that involved a lot of teeth.
Still, though, it was a pleasure watching these features, and there is no doubt why the beautiful Carrera was a star, eclipsing the fame of the Hollywood celeb (Tia) she took her porn name from. Try that, Britney Rears; Carrera is one of the stars in the porn firmament.
Though I enjoyed "Hollywood Hookers", the real gems in this collection are "Betrayal" and "Asia Is in Too Deep". But Carrera is the type of person you could watch fold laundry and it would still be worthwhile.
 Labels: "asia carrera", dvd, reviews, wgl
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 Studio: Metro
Director: Pat Myne
Cast: Missy Monroe, Christy Lee, Jada Fire, Kelly Wells, Eva Angelina, Alexis Amore, Sandra Romaine
Portions of this review originally appeared on Fleshbot
Such an iconic-sounding porn title as "X Rated" raises expectations and demands close scrutiny. As you will remember, Disney's "Rated G" created a similar groundswell and critics ultimately rejected it; too few wisecracking monkeys, one too many fat kids.
But this, Pat Myne's hundredth title for Metro Pictures, is a solid, dirty piece of work on its own, but also packs two extra discs' worth of AVN Award-nominated scenes Myne-d from Pat's catalog, ultimately presenting a package that lives up to the title in quantity if not in blow-your-face-out reimaginings and expansions of the porn genre.
Scene One (of six) begins with Latin desirables Alexis Amore and Eva Angelina. I didn't catch the guy's name, but I shall call him Lucky Bastard.
LB happens on the two masturbating in high heels on a just-steamed Porn Valley beige rug. The scene and scenario are much like any other shot in the same house on any other day or on the same day anywhere else, but some extra cash was shelled out for Angelina and Amore to work together.
Next comes Kelly Wells, whose rib-baring physique and sharp features leave no mystery to her; she is a vicious, dirty, well-coiffed suburbanite who resembles Lorraine Gary if Ellen Brody had done in the movie "Jaws" what her character did in the book of the same name. She takes on a HUGE black dildo before settling for the inevitably smaller carbon-based version.
Evil girl next door Christy Lee is in the bathroom; she pleasures herself. Like the other ladies in this film who seemed to be having a fine time just masturbating, she is soon joined by a dude who fucks her on the toilet and on the bathroom floor. The bathrooom looks clean enough, so the wholesome factor established by the fact she's in a schoolgirl outfit is maintained.
What sets this movie apart is the caliber of performances and the wattage of the stars. Aside from Lee who, let's face it, redeems everything by getting fucked on a toilet, all of the performers are well known and each performs her scene with a little extra.
Especially Sandra Romain. Romain is very sweet when the cameras are off but she will eat you alive when the tape starts rolling. Her scene is the most energetic. It starts as she cleans a room full of butt plugs with her mouth. Then she is thrown into a cage. Then the cage is shaken (also like "Jaws"), then she is double-teamed. It is the guys who look the worse for wear afterward.
Jada Fire is probably the reason the word "bootylicious" was invented. She is also the reason why I invented the term "squirtylicious".
Finally, Missy Monroe, dressed in such a way that would leave no one surprised by her intentions, engages in what is known as a blowbang. Monroe is, as of this writing, several months pregnant. We know for certain that it could not have happened on the "X Rated" shoot.
This movie starts well and doesn't let up. Within the realm of porn budgets and porn talent, with just enough attention - but not too much - paid to camera angles and costume and lighting and location, "X Rated" is a great porn DVD in the dying days of the porn DVD.
The eight extra awards-nominated scenes on the other two discs are icing on the cake. I haven't watched them yet, but I would have no problem loaning a single guy this movie, because there isn't a scene that wouldn't do the trick.
Labels: dvd, metro, reviews
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Perfection
 Studio: Uber Ego
Director: Paige White
Cast: Madison Young, Richard Stoutheart, Hunter Rhodes
Like I should have been able to do with a crappy Linksys wireless router I bought at Best Buy last month, Hunter Rhodes is underwhelmed with the performance of slave Madison Young, whom he purchased at one of those fly-by-night Bay Area slave auctions you see nowadays, and leads the pouty and insouciant thing to trainer Richard Stoutheart.
"Look at my boots," Rhodes says, horrified. "I've been walking around with dirty boots."
You must understand that everyone in San Francisco lives in a leatherclad BDSM relationship, if not with each other, then at least with traffic on the 101, so exchanges like this are as commonplace up there as Middle-Americans' disputes over corn silage.
Rhodes drops off Young and Stoutheart immediately leads her to a training room where, like a drill sergeant, he demands she not look him in the eye and that she "toe the line". He asks why she has been so disobedient.
 "Because I'm a bad girl," she says, sullen.
The response to that very porny remark would determine whether or not I shut off the movie.
"What a bullshit thing to say," I said to the screen. "You'd better take it out on her."
"That's crap," Stoutheart said, and hoisted up the chains. Whew.
 Still, Young continues to maintain her hauteur to the point that Stoutheart clips off her clothes so that she won't look pretty (this doesn't work - she looks even better). He demands she kneel. She kneels, but her knees extend over the line. He demands she apologize. She does so, but he isn't convinced of her sincerity.
"I'm sorry Line," she snarks.
What is authentic about the exchange is that she is "topping from the bottom" and will need to be broken in order for her to be "of any use to (her) master".
By the time her labia are hung with clips and 13 clothespins affixed to various other parts, she seems like she is traveling the road to humility.
 Young is caged, flogged, marked, investigated, and humiliated. What is refreshing is that the progression to "good slave" is documented and believable. There are still plenty of moments when the viewer thinks she might relapse, or isn't feeling it. By the end we are convinced.
It's worth pointing out that at no time while Young is hanging up there does Stoutheart whip it out and avail himself of his pupil. But he has explained that he is but "an extension of (her) master" and what is truly hardcore about this film is that it errs on the side of documentary.
 If Perfection's concept were in the hands of a mainstream porn company thinking that a slave training movie might be a good idea to populate a niche market, Young's sly remarks would be taken at face value rather than punished for being insincere and, of course, she would be fucked in her chains.
The latter possibility would have been pretty damn hot, of course, but not only does that sort of content violate most distributors' restrictions (penetration while bound) but it, more importantly, would compromise the authenticity of this very real BDSM lifestyle exchange.
 Young is returned to Rhodes and is penitent. His boots still aren't exactly shiny, but she has tried, and relationships are all about compromise.
I am hoping that, once he gets her home, he will have her do practical things rather than just to kneel when told and to stand in certain places in addition to shining his shoes now and then. If she were my slave, I would definitely have her drive over the Bay Bridge, because that commute sucks.
Labels: "uber ego", bdsm, dvd, fetish
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MILF Meat 6
 Studio: Chatsworth Pictures
Director: Cram & Grip Johnson
Cast: Jennifer Dark, Rebecca Steel, Angelica Sin, Tabatha Tucker
Portions of this review originally appeared on Fleshbot
"Real Moms! Real Tragedy!" is the logline for Chatsworth Pictures' MILF Meat series, and from the faux-majestic strains of CP's theme music, a viewer (probably) knows that what he is about to see should be taken with a grain of salt.
Why I am a fan of the Johnson Brothers ouevre consists in this: they do not deny their own low self esteem; they celebrate it. Consider this exchange with Jennifer Dark, a 24-year-old Czech (Republican?) mother of one.
"Who's the father?" Cram Johnson asks.
"He is a producer of porn movies," she replies.
"You seem proud of that," Grip says.
"We're porn producers," Cram says. "And I know we're losers."
Dark, put at ease by this lack of posturing, goes on to reveal that at her Mommy And Me classes she was told that children love whatever smell that emanates from their mothers.
After this chit-chat, Dark meets the talent for the day, Steven French. What follows is a sex scene that makes no pretense at being sweet or gentle. Dark is thin and pale, French is a throwback to the non-Harlequin Romance cover porn dudes of yesteryear. They fuck on a couch in a room without carpeting, a curtain covers a wall.
"So good dick, baby," Dark says.
Rebecca Steel is next. She has two kids and is 25. She says that her lifestyle is not crimped, and that porn pays for their private schools. "I don't regret neither one of them," she says.
"I'm a free, single woman," Steel adds, "I make a ton of money, and I have two beautiful kids to spoil."
Then she fucks Joe Gallant staple performer Dino Bravo. The couch is nicer.
As the scenes increase, so do the number of children the performers have. Tabatha Tucker, a 32-year-old mother of three, says that she will not tell her children what she does for a living.
The barrage of questions really is amazing; the Johnson Brothers somehow avoid the Howard Stern-worthy soulless shock value while getting away with lines like "You're too classy to die in a bathtub."
North Carolina's own Angelica Sin, mother of one, is voluptuous and sassy. She has enormous breasts and naturally fields a few questions about breastfeeding. She explains that her mother was a stripper and her father was the bouncer in the club she stripped for.
Strangely, the extended pre-scene interviews, what with their ruthlessness, endear everyone. Most performers are pretty thick-skinned, and the directors call themselves out on their own bullshit.
Sin is charming. Her scene with Sergio, who doesn't talk much but clearly enjoys himself, finishes the movie.
Chatsworth Pictures' flicks are low budget and bare bones. They are particularly insider-y in their cynicism about the adult industry and "porn whores". Consumers used to glossiness and sex-positive keywords will be appalled, but the scenes are hard, formulaic, and dirty, and the interviews very revealing.
Labels: "chatsworth pictures", dvd, MILF, reviews
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Make Love to My Ass
 Studio: Adam & Eve
Director: Daniel Dakota
Cast: Naomi, Flower Tucci, Sasha Knox, Sativa Rose, Kaylynn, Evan Stone, Scott Nails
Portions of this review originally appeared on Fleshbot
Mark Stevens (Evan Stone) is the owner of a bikini company and he is obsessed with asses. If this story sounds hauntingly familiar to you of when I got a job at Jagermeister you can see where my lawsuit is headed.
Somehow Stevens offends one of his models, Sasha Knox. Before we can explore this, however, Jim Baller (Scott Nails) mmets Kaylynn, who confesses that she likes it "deep in the ass".
"That's what I was thinking," says Nails, and puts it there.
Knox and her husband then have a dispute about their pre-nuptial agreement. "You are in breach of tour contract," she says. She claims that he doesn't eat her ass enough. He reluctantly complies.
Bikini designer Jerry, Mark's employee, then takes measurements of Flower Tucci's ass. He takes them in an unorthodox fashion.
Mark confides in his friend Ben (Ben English, typecast as a Ben Kingsley-style villain). "I'm falling in love with girls' asses," he says.
Ben doesn't care. He is too busy showing off the sex swing in his office to Sativa Rose.
Finally, Stone meets the ass of his dreams, Naomi. Naomi is the type of performer who does not stop moving; she moves up and down as she talks, she tosses her hair around. It was an accomplishment to even pin her down, but Mark does.
This movie was awkward; a hybrid of a feature movie and a gonzo movie that really should have stayed in the gonzo realm and not bothered with a story. When there is a story present, the viewer keeps hoping it will make sense.
But the sex scenes were spot on (I don't know why that phrase sounds dirty in this context, but somehow it does), especially with the ass-tastic Tucci, Naomi, and Sativa Rose.
Labels: "adam and eve", anal, daniel dakota, dvd, reviews
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Studio: VCA
