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File Date: June 6, 1994
Dist: Moonlight Entertainment
Dir: Mark Stone
Cast:
Asia Carrera, Christina Angel, Debbie Diamond, Sahara Sands,
Champagne, Draghixa, Randy West, Roy "the shipper", and Ron Jeremy.
SYNOPSIS:
Radical Affairs is an intersting idea. It offers us a
behind the scenes look at the industry, some interviews, some
jingoistic speech masquerading as an editorial, and some good sex.
It also gives us a look at some fresh faces, and some familiar
ones.
This time out, past host, J.B., non-sex performer of the decade
over at Moonlight and Legend, is replaced by dual Ron Jeremys. In
a novel split screen (and remarkable well-timed) segment, the two
Rons bicker and introduce the skits, scenes and slutfests that
follow.
First, we get an editorial shot in an ANNOYING extreme closeup.
They defend Howard Stern. No one can fault them for that. I like
Stern, and it only follows that the porn industry stand up for him.
However, the way this was hot was annoying. I preferred the old
way of JB addressing a locked off camera in a medium (chest up)
shot. (Does anybody know what happened to J.B.?)
Scene Breakdown:
Asia Carrera/Christina Angel
The first sex scene offered is a girl-girl with Asia Carrera and
Christina Angel. It starts with five minutes of banal chatter
between the two of them about nothing of any importance. Fast
forward through it. The rest of the scene drags on. The
performers are lazy and not fun to watch. I wanted to go to sleep.
Finally, twenty-five minutes in, they locked hips, massaged their
clits, and came to life a little... but it was too late. I won't
seek out the either of them again.
Fuck the Shipper: Roy / Debbie Diamond
Next was an interesting segment called "Fuck the Shipper." It
seems that Roy, the guy who ships the videos to the stores, wanted
to meet Debbie Diamond. So Mark Stone did him one better, and cast
him opposite Debbie Diamond. In the opening five minutes, we see
a frustrated Debbie waiting to see Roy, as Roy shows us around
(with great pride) his workplace. Finally, Debbie cums in and
fucks him silly. He enjoys it a lot and cums on her face. She
eats it all up, as has become her trademark. A good facial with
lots and lots of enthusiam.
Sahara Sands, Champagne and Ron Jeremy
Next is a threeway with Sahara Sands, Champagne and Ron Jeremy.
The first five minutes are Ron asking the tough questions ("What
gets you off?) and getting vague answers ("Everything...). Not the
most revealing of interviews. However, the sex here, is fantastic.
Sahara is a pretty blonde and Champage is an attractive black
woman. They enjoy women, and have a good time together. In the
interview segment, Champagne let it slip that doggie style gets her
off, so -- Go, Ron, Go! --he takes her from behind and she reacts
orgasmically. Both women are really into each other and (hard as
it may be to believe) Ron. When he is ready to come, they lay next
to each other opposite ways (so one looks at the other's chin, so
to speak) and tongue kiss each other a lot. Then Ron blows his
load on their faces. They eat the cum off each other's face with
passion. I had a raging bishop with this scene.
Nutty Outtake Fun!
Next, on the lighter side, we see an outtake from Cat Lickers 2,
where some people are trying to teach a French actress how to say
"I love to get fucked up the ass by this American bitch!" The
results are just this side of hilarity (well, not all that
hilarious, really, but amusing).
Draghixa/Randy West
Finally, we meet Randy West and Draghixa (a must-win candidate for
name change if there ever was one). Randy and Draghixa met on a
shoot for his Up 'n' Cummers series. The wanted to see if
lightning struck twice, so he ficks her again, for us to see. She
is very attractive, and does her job well. She takes it up the ass
and wants more. Finally, Randy cums towards her face, but with
gravity and his almost always inadequate load working against him,
she has to coax the slightest bit onto her face. Finally, she
licks up some of the excess and gets her face moist with his spooge.
So endeth the movie.
CONCLUSION:
Enjoyable, though the sex is rather fast-forwardable.
This series is always an interesting rent, and this just happened
to be one of its more missed opportunities. The threesome was very
memorable, and Randy was okay. The opening girl/girl was horrible.
Fast forward 25 minutes right after the editorial. If you watch
the scene, don't complain to me that you want those 25 minutes of
your life back. ;-)
Rating
Not nearly as strong as some of the earlier volumes, so it gets barely gets into the rental category... 2.20
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169 “I can arrange all that.” Such Apaches as had not gone back on the war-path returned to the States with the troops; but there were five months more of the outrages of Geronimo and his kind. Then in the summer of the year another man, more fortunate and better fitted to deal with it all, perhaps,—with the tangle of lies and deceptions, cross purposes and trickery,—succeeded where Crook had failed and had been relieved of a task that was beyond him. Geronimo was captured, and was hurried off to a Florida prison with his band, as far as they well could be from the reservation they had refused to accept. And with them were sent other Indians, who had been the friends and helpers of the government for years, and who had run great risks to help or to obtain peace. But the memory and gratitude of governments is become a proverb. The southwest settled down to enjoy its safety. The troops rested upon the laurels they had won, the superseded general went on with his work in another field far away to the north. The new general, the saviour of the land, was heaped[Pg 305] with honor and praise, and the path of civilization was laid clear. Parliament met on the 10th of January, 1765. The resentment of the Americans had reached the ears of the Ministry and the king, yet both continued determined to proceed. In the interviews which Franklin and the other agents had with the Ministers, Grenville begged them to point to any other tax that would be more agreeable to the colonists than the stamp-duty; but they without any real legal grounds drew the line between levying custom and imposing an inland tax. Grenville paid no attention to these representations. Fifty-five resolutions, prepared by a committee of ways and means, were laid by him on the table of the House of Commons at an early day of the Session, imposing on America nearly the same stamp-duties as were already in practical operation in England. These resolutions being adopted, were embodied in a bill; and when it was introduced to the House, it was received with an apathy which betrayed on all hands the profoundest ignorance of its importance. Burke, who was a spectator of the debates in both Houses, in a speech some years afterwards, stated that he never heard a more languid debate than that in the Commons. Only two or three persons spoke against the measure and that with great composure. There was but one division in the whole progress of the Bill, and the minority did not reach to more than thirty-nine or forty. In the Lords, he said, there was, to the best of his recollection, neither division nor debate! His cheek paled for an instant as the thought obtruded that the man might resist and he have to really shoot him. "Good, the old man's goin' to take the grub out to 'em himself," thought the Deacon with relief. "He'll be easy to manage. No need o' shootin' him." "Them that we shot?" said Shorty carelessly, feeling around for his tobacco to refill his pipe. "Nothin'. I guess we've done enough for 'em already." John Dodd, twenty-seven years old, master, part of the third generation, arranged his chair carefully so that it faced the door of the Commons Room, letting the light from the great window illumine the back of his head. He clasped his hands in his lap in a single, nervous gesture, never noticing that the light gave him a faint saintlike halo about his feathery hair. His companion took another chair, set it at right angles to Dodd's and gave it long and thoughtful consideration, as if the act of sitting down were something new and untried. "Besides," Norma said desperately, "they're only rumors—" "Oh, I've found a way of gitting shut of them rootses—thought of it while I wur working at the trees. I'm going to blast 'em out." During the next ten years the farm went forward by strides. Reuben bought seven more acres of Boarzell in '59, and fourteen in '60. He also bought a horse-rake, and threshed by machinery. He was now a topic in every public-house from Northiam to Rye. His success and the scant trouble he took to conciliate those about him had made him disliked. Unprosperous farmers[Pg 124] spoke windily of "spoiling his liddle game." Ditch and Ginner even suggested to Vennal that they should club together and buy thirty acres or so of the Moor themselves, just to spite him. However, money was too precious to throw away even on such an object, especially as everyone felt sure that Backfield would sooner or later "bust himself" in his dealings with Boarzell. "Let's go home," she said faintly—"it's getting late." HoME干别人老婆嗯啊小说
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169 “I can arrange all that.” Such Apaches as had not gone back on the war-path returned to the States with the troops; but there were five months more of the outrages of Geronimo and his kind. Then in the summer of the year another man, more fortunate and better fitted to deal with it all, perhaps,—with the tangle of lies and deceptions, cross purposes and trickery,—succeeded where Crook had failed and had been relieved of a task that was beyond him. Geronimo was captured, and was hurried off to a Florida prison with his band, as far as they well could be from the reservation they had refused to accept. And with them were sent other Indians, who had been the friends and helpers of the government for years, and who had run great risks to help or to obtain peace. But the memory and gratitude of governments is become a proverb. The southwest settled down to enjoy its safety. The troops rested upon the laurels they had won, the superseded general went on with his work in another field far away to the north. The new general, the saviour of the land, was heaped[Pg 305] with honor and praise, and the path of civilization was laid clear. Parliament met on the 10th of January, 1765. The resentment of the Americans had reached the ears of the Ministry and the king, yet both continued determined to proceed. In the interviews which Franklin and the other agents had with the Ministers, Grenville begged them to point to any other tax that would be more agreeable to the colonists than the stamp-duty; but they without any real legal grounds drew the line between levying custom and imposing an inland tax. Grenville paid no attention to these representations. Fifty-five resolutions, prepared by a committee of ways and means, were laid by him on the table of the House of Commons at an early day of the Session, imposing on America nearly the same stamp-duties as were already in practical operation in England. These resolutions being adopted, were embodied in a bill; and when it was introduced to the House, it was received with an apathy which betrayed on all hands the profoundest ignorance of its importance. Burke, who was a spectator of the debates in both Houses, in a speech some years afterwards, stated that he never heard a more languid debate than that in the Commons. Only two or three persons spoke against the measure and that with great composure. There was but one division in the whole progress of the Bill, and the minority did not reach to more than thirty-nine or forty. In the Lords, he said, there was, to the best of his recollection, neither division nor debate! His cheek paled for an instant as the thought obtruded that the man might resist and he have to really shoot him. "Good, the old man's goin' to take the grub out to 'em himself," thought the Deacon with relief. "He'll be easy to manage. No need o' shootin' him." "Them that we shot?" said Shorty carelessly, feeling around for his tobacco to refill his pipe. "Nothin'. I guess we've done enough for 'em already." John Dodd, twenty-seven years old, master, part of the third generation, arranged his chair carefully so that it faced the door of the Commons Room, letting the light from the great window illumine the back of his head. He clasped his hands in his lap in a single, nervous gesture, never noticing that the light gave him a faint saintlike halo about his feathery hair. His companion took another chair, set it at right angles to Dodd's and gave it long and thoughtful consideration, as if the act of sitting down were something new and untried. "Besides," Norma said desperately, "they're only rumors—" "Oh, I've found a way of gitting shut of them rootses—thought of it while I wur working at the trees. I'm going to blast 'em out." During the next ten years the farm went forward by strides. Reuben bought seven more acres of Boarzell in '59, and fourteen in '60. He also bought a horse-rake, and threshed by machinery. He was now a topic in every public-house from Northiam to Rye. His success and the scant trouble he took to conciliate those about him had made him disliked. Unprosperous farmers[Pg 124] spoke windily of "spoiling his liddle game." Ditch and Ginner even suggested to Vennal that they should club together and buy thirty acres or so of the Moor themselves, just to spite him. However, money was too precious to throw away even on such an object, especially as everyone felt sure that Backfield would sooner or later "bust himself" in his dealings with Boarzell. "Let's go home," she said faintly—"it's getting late." HoME干别人老婆嗯啊小说
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