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Subject: Dunbar Reviews #105: Grind!
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This is an old moview, but a new review.
# Grind!
c 2.64/4V 1988 Cal Vista, Henri Pachard {84}
. Krista Lane, Mike Horner, Jon Martin
= Billy Dee, Gayle Sterling, Brooke West
. Krista Lane, Shanna McCullough
. Billy Dee, Shanna McCullough, Jon Martin {e.St}, Gayle Sterling
. Krista Lane, Mike Horner
Nikki Knights, Jon Martin {e.Bk}
. Shanna McCullough, Mike Horner, Krista Lane
p Doll Face
Plot: Mike's wife, Shanna, is sexually inhibited, and it's ruining
their marriage.
Synopsis:
Jon and Krista are close friends of Mike and Shanna. Mike confides to them
that after 3 years of marriage sex with his wife has become boring. She's
so inhibited she won't give him head, or take it either. It's strictly
missionary, underneath the covers with the lights out.
Krista offers him to console him a blow job, and then Jon joins
in. The scene ends with faked internal cum shot, or at least there's
no proof.
For Mike and Shanna's third anniversary, Jon and Krista arrange to
take to see a live sex show. Shanna is reluctant, but gives in.
We see a bit of the show. The only action is oral. One of the performers
tries to get Shanna to give her head. Shanna freaks and bolt from the
club. Later that night Mike and Shanna have a big fight. Mike ends
up on the couch.
Krista and Jon try to make it up to Shanna by getting another anniversary
present: fancy lingerie. Krista help Shanna change which leads to a brief
lesbian scene during which Krista lets slip that Mike fucked her too.
Shanna throws a fit, and Mike and Shanna split up.
Somehow Shanna enlists Jon help and he gets her an audition at the
sex club. This leads to a scene with Jon and Shanna with Billy Dee
(the club owner/choreographer) and Gayle Sterling (one of the dancers)
coaching from the side lines.
Later, Mike finds himself back at Krista and Jon's for a four way
(really a 2x2) with Nikki (another dancer from the club).
Finally, Krista, Jon and Mike are back at the Club to see a really hot
new dancer. The new dancer comes on to Mike and fucks him on the
table. The dancer turns out to be--suprise! (not!)--Shanna. The end.
The Talent:
Krista Lane. I forgot what a terrific body Krista Lane has.
She has what I believe are natural "torpedo" tits
Nikki Knights. Primary reason for renting. I did women with
short hair, as you probably know by now. She's only in one
scene and it's not that great.
Shanna McCullough. Secondary reason. I like soft bodies too.
Brooke West. Ternary reason. But I don't think this is the Brooke
West I remember, i.e. the one from Eleven and The Blonde. That Brooke
has a large birthmark on her back that I didn't notice on this woman.
Nothing else seems to match either. Then again she's wearing a wig,
halloween make-up, and you never get a clear view of her back.
Gayle Sterling. Quartiary reason. Is this the same woman who
appeared in Suzi Superstar? I think so but it's hard to tell
with the make-up and hair-do
Random Notes:
o Starts with good visual credits for all the male and female leads.
o 40-Minutes in and only one woman has been fuck, but I'm not bored.
o Suffers a little from too many close-ups, and cutting away from
full body shots too quickly, but there are a number of good shots
that are held long enough to be gratifying.
o Definitely a couples film, i.e. it tries to have a plot rather than
just a premise.
o On a second viewing I noticed that the moan track is pretty disconnected
from the actual action. For instance you can hear Mike Horner's
unmistakeable "uh uh uh," and he's not in the scene, or spanking sounds
when the spanking doesn't occur until later in the scene.
Summary:
I guess it's worth a rental. Recommended for couples.
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