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Date: Sun, 26 Nov 1995 17:51:44 UTC
Subject: REVIEW: Major Fucking Slut w/Tammi Ann
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REVIEW:
"MAJOR FUCKING SLUT"
starring Tammi Ann and six guys
*** (Three spurts)
Well, I mean, you know what you're getting into when you rent a gangbang loop called "Major Fucking Slut" with Tammi Ann in the title role. We are not talking Candida Royale here. This flick has no plot, no character, no development, no set, just Tammi Ann doing her stuff in a living room. If you like Tammi Ann's looks, you'll blow your wad the second you see her on the screen: she is toned, trim, just a little tanned, her hair looks great, and she's got probably the best shaved pussy I've EVER seen. Generally, she looks better than she ever has. It starts out with a one-on-one that sets the tone for the whole loop-this ain't erotica, gentlemen, this is PORN. Tammi gives the guy one of her nasty, sloppy blowjobs, and then fucks. After that she gives another blow, and then the fucking starts in earnest as the little tart spends an hour taking on two to five guys in various combinations.
I'd give more of a play-by-play, but it's pretty generic. Unfortunately, the group scenes are weak-the no-name studs, probably poker buddies of the producer, are a sorry bunch of middle-aged limp-dicks who can barely fill Tammi's gaping holes and seem to have trouble keeping it up. Shots get reused, and most of the poses are faked, with no care taken to cover up the fact that most of the guys are limp. This is a real shame, 'cause nobody can handle hard cocks the way Tammi can-we don't get to see any of her wild double-cramming in this flick, though there's some closeups of d.p. that put most other actresses to shame. Those guys are pumping her cunt and ass simultaneously in a way you rarely see in American pornos. All the cumshots are facials-if you like facials, great, if you don't-too bad. Unfortunately, none of the losers seem to be able to summon up a real load anyways-where's Peter North when you need him?
The best part of the movie starts after the gangbang stops. Tammi gets a little spanking for being a bad girl, and then her personal stud goes about showing off Tammi's equipment. If you get off on Max Hardcore's spread shots, you are in for a treat here. Screen-filling, terrific closeups of Tammi's hot cunt being spread and stretched and fingered, lots of open-ass shots, double dildo cramming, and lots of Tammi's ass being fucked. Some of this stuff you could vidcap and post to binaries.tasteless, it's that extreme. This is some of the nastiest shit I've seen in an American pro flick, and it's great-especially because Tammi seems to be one of those rare sluts who really gets off on this kind of treatment.
There's a couple of other good points, notably the opening and closing sequences which has neat sepia-toned bites of Tammi "backstage", getting her makeup done, drinking Hawaiian Punch, trying on lingeire, and posing for stills. The theme music is better than most, too. There's no music during the actual action-which is a bonus-but the sound sucks, and you lose most of Tammi's skanky banter.
Overall, I'd say it's a renter, but only for the last third and only if you like really, really rude shit. WARNING-this is NOT a couples' movie, or a "first rent". Confirmed perverts only. :)
-Naughty Professor
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