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 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.
 Labels: clubjenna, dvd, janine, jenna jameson, MILF, reviews, vivid, wgl
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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.
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Chasey Reloaded
 Studio: Red Light District/Forbidden Cinema
Director: James Avalon
Cast: Chasey Lain, Daisy, Tory Lane, Isabella Sky, Christiana Aguchi, Savannah Stern, John West, Eric Masterson, Franko Del Toro, Reno
While Reloaded, celebrating Chasey Lain's first non-condom work in years, and her "return", as it were, to performing after a recent history of trainwreck behavior, was not over-hyped (and kudos to anyone involved in that decision-making process for the uncharacteristic restraint), Lain herself doesn't seem to be the star of her own movie.
While recent events in the porn community suggest that bottom-scraping marketers will use anything to get their shitty movie noticed, I think Chasey: Reloaded might have benefited a little from addressing Lain's recent absence from the business. Instead, she seems to play a background part in a stylized and smoking series of vignettes directed by James Avalon.
The movie is a slow burn. The first half of the project's six scenes don't really set the mood. Reloaded opens with a scene called "The Schoolgirl" between Lain and Lindsey Meadows. That Meadows is initially tied up and might be wearing a schoolgirl outfit is the only thing that justifies the title, because within moments she is delivering a strap-on to Lain. The setting was a little too dark for me; it would be good to have seen more of Lain; she's a little older and the results of a decadent lifestyle look good on her. A little more light would have been nice to show the contrast between the two women, and the vignette title was a head-scratcher.
Christiana Aguchi and Eric Masterson star in the next scene, "Asian Invasion". This, too, is an odd title, because Aguchi's domme hat in the first few seconds of the scene suggests that she'll be doing the invading. But it quickly turns into a standard sex scene, well-shot though it was.
"A Glass of Wine" comes next, with Savannah Stern getting double-teamed by Franko Del Toro and Reno just for spilling a little wine on her boobs. So far, the movie is murkily-lit couples' porn, but doesn't really catch fire.
Then comes "Girls in Bikinis", shot on a hill in Malibu and featuring Daisy, Isabella Sky, and Lain. This is the first really fun scene of the movie, and Daisy steals it. While Lain herself hovers out of the shot (or she might have been halfway down the hill by this point), a scene that started as a threesome becomes a duet between Daisy and Sky, culminating in Daisy squirting as a result of Sky's deft dildo skills.
My favorite episode came next. The movie's only untitled vignette, it featured Tory Lane and John West fucking on a courtyard fountain. This is the sort of scene that should be put in a time capsule as an example of fantasy porn style that doesn't skimp on substance. We open on a shot taken through Lane's legs, standing in a classic hooker pose, as she regards West reading a paper (an article about lonelygirl15, as a matter of fact) on the rim of a fountain at the end of a columned path. She rips the paper out of his hand and takes over. The scene should have been called "Tory Lane Against Literacy".
Say what you will about the useless architectural fripperies of SoCal mansions, but they're great for shoooting porn movies.
Laine, as the producer of the movie, might have in fact picked the cast. If that is the case, she chose mostly muscly guys reminiscent of Dick Tracy villains, particularly West and Reno, but also Christian, whose scene with Lain ends the movie. That Chasey (Lain) and Tory (Lane) are both solid girls (for porn, anyway - meeting them in person, one is still amazed at how tiny they seem, so imagine how comparably tiny people like Lindsey Meadows and Christiana Aguchi are) working with big guys, the viewer has the sense that something is actually happening. That is refreshing.
The last scene was shot at night, most likely at the end of a long day of filming. Lain herself stands in a courtyard (probably the same one as before), and encounters Christian. It is yet another too-dark scene, but Laine has put together a great crew as a producer, particularly Avalon and porn veteran Sharon Kane, who art-directed superbly.
It was a shame to not see more of Lain, both in the scenes she was in and the scenes she wasn't in, if that makes sense, in her own movie. I hope she makes more movies, and schedules her own scenes for the morning, and outside.
Labels: "james avalon", "red light district", directors, wgl
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Trouble x 2
 Studio: Slave Labor Productions
Director: Paige White
Cast: Lorelei Lee, Bella, Paige White, Hunter Rhodes
I used to watch a lot of BDSM videos as part of my job and, once I didn't have to review them, I stopped. My problem with them was less production value (fetish videos tend to have an air of San Francisco about them, and one expects a homeless guy to show up and pass out at any minute, which is great the first few times, and certainly a welcome departure, but a worn-out novelty very quickly) than attitude; people seemed to be playing at being dommes and subs rather than just taking care of business.
Porn is about theatre, of course, but I don't like it when the theatricality overwhelms the action without bothering at least to compensate with production values and a real sense of purpose.
Trouble x 2 is very simple, and this was a relief. Lorelei Lee and Bella are in a heap of trouble. The movie starts with them naked (and no high heels) against a brick wall in a warehouse. Paige White, a petite and no-nonsense domme with an accent out of the Great Plains, leads each by a nipple to adjoining tables. Trouble x 2 is about these two women being put through the paces by a pair of cool and collected pros (White is joined by her partner, Hunter Rhodes, later in the session).
About the women: Lee and Bella speak very little. They really are expected to be objects, but there is nothing that makes the viewer feel what is happening is non-consensual. Further, White is not cruel. She isn't delighting in the action for the sake of the camera. Instead, the ritual is reduced to its essence without any fanfare. Each woman is collared, gagged, tied, clamped, and repeatedly tweaked (also snapped with rubber bands). There is no commentary other than that of White and Rhodes and the inevitable yelping of the subjects.
Each mark shows up on the pale skin of Lee and Bella in frank detail. Lee spends the first part of the movie with her left leg bent back; she and Bella are roped and trussed together, sometimes by their pinky toes. They are stood up, knelt down, spanked, flogged, braided, and sharply counseled not to laugh - because sometimes we laugh - and they look great.
 This movie plays like a taciturn chef's cooking show with very hot ingredients. It is by the numbers and empirical. As one can only make an omelette after breaking eggs (unless it's a vegan banana omelette), it is understood that only by tying the women can you then hope to snap them with office elastics.
It seems counterintuitive, based only on what passes for fetish porn, that a dude doesn't show up to come on their faces, just to satisfy convention. But Paige White is the real deal, and the viewer must be content with the fantasy that the two subjects are now primed to come over his house later.
 The final scene involves Bella, wandering around in a blindfold, finally being given permission to come via a strap-on tethered to the mouth of Lee. Then they are placed back in their cage, and the lights go out. I hope the cleaning staff didn't freak out when they came by later.
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The Bi Apple
 Studio: Adam & Eve
Director: Audacia Ray
Cast: Simone Valentino, Mariah Ritani, Tyler Marciano, Tasty Trixie, Tucker Lee, Antonio Rodickuez, ReVay, Josh
Simone is a lithe, lovely, and earnest young sex researcher in New York City, dispatched to a brownstone called "The Fuckhouse", a solid building with liquid orientation, to study the inhabitants thereof.
Where this movie immediately appealed to me was in the fact that Simone was given a Prime Directive: "Keep your pants on."
Part of the appeal, also, was in that the cast wasn't cut from the same Porn Valley material. Whereas someone in the Chatsworth area code might write a script and cast from the available talent pool, hoping for the best, writer/director Audacia Ray appears to have cast her ready and willing friends. In some cases, this is actually true.
Simone pops in on various couples at the Fuckhouse; Audacia Ray starts us off traditionally with a standard boy/girl scene, as if to satisfy a requirement. Simone takes notes. What sort of notes could she be taking? I mean, I take plenty of notes when I watch people having sex. Some of them include "OMG nice rack" and "squeezy", but those notes are hardly scientific. Simone is in trouble.
Simone then heads down the hall where she finds Tucker and Trixie. Those two are all about the fluid sexuality.
"I am trying to teach him Breath of Life orgasms," Trixie says, "but he just wants to fuck."
"Mind if I take notes?" Simone asks.
They agree, but it was at this moment I remembered a long-suppressed fear I have: what must fucking people think when someone walks in the room and starts taking notes (or pictures) of them fucking? I am that Someone often. Do they think I'm judging them? Searching for something to fulfill a quota? Getting off? At least one of those variables is always present.
We are not sure at what point Simone decides to abandon her objectivity and join the action, but we know from the cover photo that it is inevitable. After Trixie pegs Tucker, the latter asks Simone if she will join him in the shower. She agrees, with no interior monologue about Why this might be the wrong thing to do. Would she turn Science on its head?
Luckily, Tucker is distracted by another fellow in the bathroom, Antonio Rodickuez, and the two men paw each other while Simone masturbates, her scholarly facade shattered.
In the Behind the Scenes featurette, Ray talks about "the world of the movie". As in, "While this scene might be shot on a different day from the previous (or later) scene, 'in the world of the movie' it happens right after." In the world of the movie, Simone's break with her scientific regimen is abrupt.
Simone herself is delightful. She doesn't get boring. But the movie becomes very specific and, I think, exclusionary. Cameos by Lux Nightmare and Rachel Kramer Bussel seem like inside jokes, and this reviewer felt left out. Joe Gallant's cameo as a pizza delivery man was inspired, and was the only scene in the movie that felt just the right length, but if the laudable departures from standard porn movie fare were present in the couplings and triplings depicted, and were themselves evidence of an inclusive, groovy worldview, the cameos amounted to out of context shoutouts for the benefit of a limited audience.
Simone is eventually led down the garden path, as we know she should be. The movie ends with a three-way with Rodickuez, Josh, and Simone that is a little lackluster. While bisexuality, "fluid" sexuality, pegging, etc. are all given time in this movie, we don't get the sense that there is a heightened reality to their characterizations. There isn't really much excitement in what should be the climactic scene. Shouldn't the "straight" couple as well as Tucker and Trixie have been present and joined in? That's what I would expect of a place calling itself a Fuckhouse.
Simone should have been sent back to her fancy-shmancy school with her hair disheveled and dressed in nothing but baby wipes. Instead, we get the impression that she threw away her scholar's objectivity for a half-hearted encounter.
The argument might be made that "this is how real people who practice fluid sexuality are", but if that is the case, The Bi Apple isn't a great recruiting tool for the lifestyle.
If Simone Valentino is the star of the movie (and I hope we get to see her again), then Tasty Trixie is the star of the BTS. Like everyone in the cast, she is hot in an accessible way (Bussel and Nightmare shouldn't have been such teases), but also dispenses folksy porn set wisdom that reveals a basic adherence to conventions even among trippy pan-sexuals.
Discussing a cross-dressing man whom she and her girlfriend pegged in Boston, Trixie was a little shocked at his lack of shame when, as a result of the anal interloping, he pooped on her friend's bedspread.
"If you're going to dress like a girl," she said, "at least be mortified like a girl."
Labels: "adam and eve", "audacia ray", dvd, reviews, wgl
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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.
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Fresh Out the Box 4
 Studio: Mercenary Pictures
Director: Tina Tyler
Cast: Page Morgan, Bailey Monroe, Ariel Alexus, Nikki Grind, Belle de Leon, Ashley Brooks
Portions of this review originally appeared on Fleshbot
Maybe because director Tina Tyler has herself performed on camera for 12 years do her interviews with newly-minted porn girls seem less predatory and elicit more interesting responses than the gonzo-girl interviews of many of her male counterparts (David Aaron Clark, to give him his due, admits that he intends to sound creepy).
Working within the tried and true formula of interview->smidgen of a setup->sex, Tyler moves these newbies along in engaging fashion.
Including Page Morgan.
One of the great benefits of porn movies, other than using old ones to pay one's gardeners, is the dizzying number of porn styles a performer might try on in his/her career. While many "contract" performers can afford to employ a winnowing-out process, most performers love the money and will pretty much do anything.
Hillary Scott, Eva Angelina, Kami Andrews, Tory Lane, and many of today's bankable porn actresses will appear in everything from Private and Wicked shoots to the lowliest Skank Factor fare. One of the perks of watching so many desensitizing hours of porn is seeing someone turn up with two dicks and a broomstick in her mouth in one movie whom you just saw playing a happy-ending-bestowing nurse who keeps most of her clothes on in another.
That is called range.
Page Morgan, who will appear in this week's release of Vivid-Alt's ReBelle Rousers, showed a far more human, less rehearsed side to Tyler in a series of quick interviews.
Morgan had been working as a night waitress. She was 18. She loved sex and money "and then put two and two together". Morgan has a distinctive, almost Billy Idolesque porn sneer. Watching her employ that and her 40's pinup curves in a gonzo production is sure to be the first stop for Page Morgan completists, many of whom will be forged in the next few weeks as various releases, including this one, hit the streets.
Arial Alexus is next. Again, when Tyler says that Alexus has beautiful skin, she doesn't sound like a heavy breather on the other end of the prison bars. Alexus, in the business for three weeks at the time of this shoot, takes on two fellows and she does it with an exuberance that might just be due to a lack of practice but no deficit of enthusiasm.
The third scene is delivered by Ashley Brooks, who was a few months in porn at the time of this shoot and now, not too long after, told me she is "looking for a good way to leave the business", is very sweet and sexy in her scene. Petite, her partner can't get enough of her.
All Tyler's interview scenes are edited to keep things moving, but some appear to have been edited more than others. Bailey Monroe, in what might have been her third scene ever, appears over the experience; she struggles to find something to remember about her short time in the industry. But it is in her performance with Lexington Steele that she finds her element. I guess some people just aren't talkers. They're doers.
Monroe is tall with large natural breasts. She is not porn-glamorous but is instead interesting to look at. I imagine people from her hometown picking up this movie and saying, "I should have tapped that when we worked at Waffle House. God damn that Lexington Steele."
Nikki Grind and Belle De Leon are next. Grind has a hairdo like a 1955 Pan Am stewardess. It makes me long for those golden days of travel. Belle De Leon, in the final scene, says she's 21 but acts a lot older. Maybe 21-year-olds just seem older these days. A black girl with a tattoo (a rarity in porn), she takes on Lexington Steele and is not a shy flower about it.
Particularly for people whom I think might be famous in a porn kinda way someday, like Page Morgan, but also for the solid scenes and engaging, non-cringeworthy questions, Fresh Out the Box 4 is a smart purchase.
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Ravenous
 Studio: Anarchy
Director: Nicki Hunter
Cast: Hunter, Tory Lane, Mika Tan, Trina Michaels, Aurora Snow
Portions of this review originally appeared on Fleshbot
Nicki Hunter is a mild-mannered and thoughtful person in real life, who coquettishly believes that she needs to apply makeup to greet guests. "Don't toy with my affections!" I snap. But get her in front of a camera and she becomes a feral spermophage.
"I'm covered in cum," Nicki Hunter tells us at the beginning of Ravenous. "Do I want more? Of course I want more. I want it all. You can't satisfy me. I'm insatiable."
What a goddamn downer. The whole reason one shuts off the TV immediately upon shooting a load across it is to preserve the fantasy that the loadee is finally satisfied. That Hunter opens this movie declaring your inadequacy probably makes you mad.
"That's ice cold," you might say after Lights Out is called and the cellblock goes dark.
Hunter starts things off by leading the game Tory Lane around on a length of chain in a room where is sequestered Lee Stone who appears, in comparison with the tiny Lane and Hunter, to be carved out of the side of a garage. Hunter plays the dominatrix in this scene and sets Lane loose on Stone as if the former hasn't eaten in a month.
The BDSM thing is just for show, however, as both Hunter and Lane assume the traditional position as Stone stands over them to come on their bright, expectant faces.
But it's never enough.
In the next scene, Aurora Snow is interrupted while masturbating in a room full of IKEA tea lights (I bought a bag of those bastards about a year ago for $3.99 and forgot about them. Then when I opened the bag three weeks ago, they were all melted together. Snow seems to have stayed on top of things, however). Snow is lithe without appearing underfed, so her crawl amongst the tealights and her subsequent simultaneous shower of sperm and rose petals is pleasant.
Trina Michaels has always had, for me, the tired-eyed 70s tough chick look, and in her scene she is awakened from slumber by Hunter and then, almost as if it was fated to happen, takes on two fellas. Michaels, like Kimberly Kane, wears a "don't mess with me" look through most of her scenes, but unlike Kane appears to be enjoying herself.
Mika Tan appears next, sitting lotus-style with a Chinese fan behind her a la an offering in a Buddhist temple. Poor Mika. Don't they know she's from Guam? The ravenous Hunter woos her, and Tan pounces on a guy who happens to be lying there. In his ardor, he runs his hand through her hair and reveals the rose pinned thereon to be plastic. It clatters to the floor but Mika keeps her eyes on the prize or, in this case, keeps her mouth on the guy's boner.
I ceased to understand the narrative structure of this movie a long time ago, but it sure looks pretty. Mika holds a ceremonial bowl with two dragon-clawed hands to receive his seed. It's kooky, but it's so kooky it just might work.
The final scene features Hunter fantasizing a birth story of sorts. She is pictured writhing out of a plastic bag in a white-saturated room. It is the movie's most arresting image. She later takes on two dudes, as that is the natural progression of things. When they finish, we again see the scene that started the movie, and Hunter crawls off screen.
The movie leaves a lot of questions unanswered. Will Hunter ever get enough cum? Why did the DVD I received show up in my computer as Whore Gaggers 9? Where did Hunter crawl to - to get more cum?
That chick is never satisfied.
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Studio: ClubJenna/Vivid
