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From: [email protected] (Geoff Dare)
Subject: Review: Arrowhead
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Organization: Franklin University
Date: Mon, 14 Aug 1995 06:09:17 GMT
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* 1/2
PF 024, 7/95
Tammi Ann, Melissa Hill, Anita Hill, Laura Palmer
This is only a short review, but I felt I had to say something after
being severely disappointed. I had been looking forward to this movie
after reading that Tammi Ann was in the cast and after seeing some
previews in Triple XXX mag #5.
Tammi Ann is in it, but the movie as a whole is far below my
expectations of a Private production. The plot is a ripoff of
_Deliverance_, not in itself a bad idea, but poorly executed.
The scripting seems worse than usual, almost half an hour goes bye with
minimal plot development and no sex, and there is only one brief anal
scene, unusual for Private!
Quick scene rundown:
Four girls get ready for a rafting vacation. Laura Palmer has sex
with the curly-haired guy from Private. Okay, but nothing special.
Jon Dough is a misogynist crossbow hunter leading three others on a
weekend hunting trip. His brother happens upon Tammi Ann
masturbating on a by the stream. He attempts to rape her, but before
he begins, Melissa Hill shoots him.
Big complaint here -- no sex scene with Tammi Ann, after nice
masturbation scene. Private certainly did not shy away from rape scenes
in Tower I,II,III, so what's the problem here? Not even a blowjob.
Jon Dough steals the women's gear while they frolic nude in the stream,
so they raft down the river, and Anita Hill and Melissa Hill surprise
Yves Baillat on sentry duty and doubleteam him while the others take
his gear.
One of Jon Dough's henchmen defects and pledges his help to the girls.
In gratitude, they all fuck him. More accurately, they do him two at a
time while the other two do each other.
Anita Hill and Laura Palmer let themselves be taken prisoner and fucked
by Jon Dough and the other two crossbow hunters.
Melissa Hill and Tammi Ann surprise them and the four women steal
his gear. Predictable denouement the next day when Jon Dough has to
go back to town.
Melissa Hill wonders how she will ever get past the horror of it all.
Rather quickly, it seems, as she and the others engage the townspeople
in an evening orgy. Tammi Ann has a brief anal sequence, with no
insertion shot.
I haven't described the sex scenes in any detail because they were so
unremarkable. Pretty well filmed, as one expects from Private.
Reasonably energetic performances from all four women, especially Tammi
Ann, as one has come to expect. But no anal, no remarkable facials, no
real noteworthy scenes. Special penalty for Jon Dough pretending to be
a buff Vietnam Vet psycho-outdoorsman, when he is visibly the least
muscular of any of the males, or any of the usual Private actors,
for that matter.
a tentative 1/2 star for the many scenes of the four women splashing
around in the water nude. If it weren't for the production values,
one might think this was just another blase American film.
Rent this only if there is nothing else you want to see.
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."