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    --Jun 10, 2008--

    Minivan Moms 7

    Studio: Northstar
    Director: Oliver Ashe
    Cast: Andrew Andretti, Donny Long, Jade Davin, Kala Prettyman, Natasha Stone, Sheila Marie, Sienna West

    By Gram Ponante and Joanne Cachapero. Portions of this review first appeared in XBiz Premiere.

    Gram Ponante: Joanne, we were specially solicited to review this numerical release from Northstar Associates …

    Joanne Cachapero: And it was very nice of the folks at Northstar to send us one of their videos, and I’m glad they sent a title that otherwise might have been overlooked. There’s a tendency to pay more attention to bigger releases or specialty content. “Minivan Moms #7” is your basic All-American porno.

    Gram: While I hadn't seen the previous six titles in this septology, I threw myself into Volume Seven expecting a lot of loose ends to be tied up and to feel a sense of completion. Sadly, the movie expects a lot of its audience, with none of its performers appearing in minivans or even making reference to their offspring. It should have been called "Older Women Desirous of Gram's Spendings on Their Faces and Necks."

    Joanne: That’s funny, because I would have titled this movie, “How to Bang Your Horny Delivery Man/Gardener/Neighbor Guy.” This movie dares to be what Bravo’s “Real Housewives of Orange County” could be, if the those reality show soccer moms would quit whining about their fucked-up kids and credit limits, and use their collagen-injected lips to work a big, giant dick. Ratings would shoot through the roof!

    Really, though — this title pretty much perfectly caters to the fantasy of the sex-starved, older woman niche. What she lacks in youthful desirability, she makes up for in experience and a voracious, hormonally-driven desire to be fucked — I could totally relate to that and I don’t even drive a minivan.

    Gram: And neither do they! The first scene features the ridiculously tasty Sienna West, who can't seem to arrange bananas on a plate without rubbing them all over herself. She is interrupted by her neighbor — luckily, otherwise she would probably get some sort of potassium-based yeast infection from the peels.

    Joanne: Eew, Gram! I must interject — lovely Sienna doesn’t get that far with the banana — but you’d like to be that banana and get rubbed all over her big luscious breasts. This was probably my favorite scene, because of the easy dialogue between Sienna and her horny neighbor who brings over a mistakenly delivered package … and his big penis.

    Gram: What you say here is, "… who brings over a mistakenly delivered package … and delivers a package of his own." Jesus, where's your copy of the XBiz Style Guide?

    Joanne: It was strangely believable; I mean, if you were really horny and you’d been eyeing the guy down the street, and he showed up on your doorstep one day … I guess it wouldn’t be that far-fetched to invite him in for a soda and then flirt until your tits popped out of your dress. Sometimes situations just happen …

    Gram: Jo Jo, you seem unable to admit that choice is a factor here. Don't get all Linda Lovelace on us. Next up is Kala Prettyman. I thought, "Here, at last, we will have some backstory." But no: she just looks all juicy in a rented back yard. She pours bottled water on herself and suddenly there's a guy licking her buttocks. I've seen Kala Prettyman before, and thought that would be a good name for a transsexual performer, but this woman is relentlessly heterosexual. Relentlessly, Joanne. Relentlessly.

    Joanne: You can say “relentless” again. Kala demands to be fucked by Pike Nelson like she just ordered him up from Dial-A-Cock. With no reason for why he shows up in her backyard, imagining that he’s a male escort is as good an explanation as any.

    Gram: You might say, "Oh, you're going to be like that and talk about how the title has nothing to do with the movie. What does that matter if the pornography is good?"

    Joanne: Yeah, I might say that …

    Gram: Well, I'd argue that "The Godfather Part II" would still have been a great movie had it been called "To Gillian on Her 37th Birthday," but I still appreciate Francis Ford Coppola's thoughtfulness in titling the movie with a hint of what was actually in there.

    And then you might say, "Well Gram, maybe the term 'Minivan Mom' has become so much a part of the culture that the filmmakers chose to not be so literal about it. Did you want them to go out and rent a minivan? Did they need to say, 'My kids will be home any minute'?"

    And I would answer, “Yes.”

    Joanne: Fair enough, but if you really want to over-analyze what is meant to be a simple skin-flick, then you have to acknowledge the minivan as a metaphor for the end of everything that is reckless; the ultimate symbol of 9-to-5 life with a couple of kids running around the house. Is there anything more practical than a Dodge Caravan? It’s a buzz kill on wheels…

    Gram: This is what happens, Jo Jo, when one watches porn movies instead of jerking off to them. I end up thinking about them.

    Joanne: Well, maybe you should jerk off, then.

    Gram: I am — just keep talking.

    Joanne: Oh, Jesus! Try not to get any lube on your keyboard, sweetie.

    Gram: No problem. I have the intern type my reviews. My favorite line in the movie is Natasha's. She has just lured the landscaper into the house and he is slapping her ass.

    "That's a housewife ass," she says. "It's not very — "and then she is interrupted. I wondered what she would have said. What would you have said?

    Joanne: “It’s not very … long before I have to leave to get the oil changed in the minivan and then pick up the kids from school.” Would that have made you happy?

    Gram: Yes, Joanne, and thank you. My final analysis of this movie is that it didn't need to be all that good to be effective. I could sometimes hear the camera operator fumbling with the equipment, but who cares? The women looked great and the men weren't a distraction, which is the key to good porn in 2008.

    Joanne: I’d argue that a lot of people have thought those elements have been key to good porn since they first showing penetration on-camera.

    I have to mention the last scene with Sheila Marie, which is unusual because she plays a Mexican housewife and speaks Spanish to handyman Christian throughout their performance. At one point I heard someone telling her to give up more Spanish dialogue, to which she replies, “Si, si, mi mucho gusto, papacito …” Despite that little flub, it’s still a good scene.

    When you watch a lot of porn, there’s a tendency to want to make more out of it than it sometime needs to be. “Minivan Moms #7” is just what you need to bust a nut with the added interest of older women. There doesn’t need to be some big premise or subplot or backstory — four simple scenes, and there’s nothing wrong with that, baby.

    And at least the ladies in this movie actually look like MILFs, as opposed to some other videos, where any girl over the age of 25 is lumped into the MILF category. I know a lot of guys get off on the fantasy of a hot middle-aged mama (and they can feel free to contact me at the magazine).

    Gram: [Sigh] I just wish there had been one minivan.









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    --May 8, 2007--

    Janine Loves Jenna

    Studio: ClubJenna/Vivid
    Director: Justin Sterling
    Cast: Jenna Jameson, Janine Lindemulder, Justine Joli, Justin Sterling, Manuel Ferrara, Julian, Dominica Leon, Jerry, Reno, Nicole Brazzle, Veronica Lynn, Cherokee, Sativa Rose, Tommy Gunn, Katja Kassin, Vera Vanguard, Nauduia Nice, Horace, Mario Rossi, Envy, David Lavern, Dolph DeBernenal, Vincent Vega

    Portions of this review originally appeared on Fleshbot

    Janine Loves Jenna
    is the most anticipated porn movie of the past several years. It was made in 2005, which is like 1989 to you and me.

    It is a movie with a moral: no matter how distraught you are after your limo driver doesn't pay attention because he's watching you fellate your partner in the back seat and wrecks the car, killing her, it is a sin to kill oneself.

    (A clarification was suggested by a Vatican II scholar. Suicide is no longer considered a mortal - meaning Hellbound - sin, but a grave sin which is up to The Man Upstairs to judge. I will gracefully defer to God in determining ClubJenna's fate.)

    The suicide in question is Miss Jenna Jameson, and her recent real-life worries make a movie about her "journey through Hell" seem ripped from the headlines. Just remember, though, that this film opens with a fatal car crash and a suicide. Are you hard yet?

    Like all porn movies and rock videos dealing with the underworld, the place is sexy. Dudes in red capes wave censers while Janine goes down on Justine Joli. Jenna, an initiate, is then brought into the threesome. If this sounds abrupt, it is. No sooner has Jenna slit her wrists in a bathtub of despair that she winds up in Hell (which is how it works in the Bible, too) and in a sapphic menage a trois. Abrupt also characterizes the shots; we don't hold long enough on any one image to get a rise out of it.

    If it hard enough to believe that a tryst with Janine and Justine Joli would occur in Hell, it is unfathomable that Jenna gets on top when the dildos come out.

    Janine explains (and it is revealed that Janine was the dearly fellated departed in the limo) that she understands this place, and it is not Hell per se, but its vestibule. And she knows how to get out. They plot their escape. Janine points to a monitor where there appears to be a Kink.com scene going on.

    "Don't let that distract you," Janine says.

    For some reason, Jenna and Janine, wearing kimonos and wielding parasols, hook up with some dudes in a rain-soaked alley.

    Then, at the Deadly Sin Diner, the girls are in shiny bikinis and encounter a waiter reminiscent of guys one meets at adult webmaster conventions. He recommends Lust with a side of Greed. Katja Kassin makes greed look good.

    Finally, the girls reach Hades himself. He decides to take Jenna for a spin, as the depravity around him has grown boring. Seriously, if pornfolk paint Hell as a crazy joyride of mindless fucking that they want to escape, how would they define what they do for a living?

    One way to escape Hell, the film reveals, is to look hot naked (this also works for speeding tickets). Jenna wakes up in her bloody bathtub, somewhere before or after wrist-slashing, and has the film's best scene with Janine here in the real world, complete with choking and candles in the butt.

    I will not tell you how the film ended. Not because I feel spoilers are wrong in porn movies but because I didn't understand it. Did she commit suicide or didn't she? Justin Sterling finds her in the bathtub. He seems sad about it.

    Janine Loves Jenna
    pairs a generation's last porn superstars. They are the same age as women who in gonzo movies would be considered MILFs, but Jenna and Janine retain the glamour expected of early '90's performers.

    Why producers thought that what will probably be the final super twosome (unless Jenna makes a movie with Tera, which seems unlikely) should be set in a BDSM Hell rather than, say, having the two be hardened but sexy cops is beyond me, but my picture of Hell has always involved people I don't want to have sex with.

    Solid acting (especially from the guy who played the Devil), sex scenes that get better as the movie goes along, and a great couple of scenes from two fan favorites make J Hearts J worth watching. The locale, however, is beneath them.

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    --Apr 6, 2007--

    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.

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