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From: Peter van Aarle
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Subject: Review: Apocalypse Climax II: the final ecstasy
Date: Mon, 18 Sep 1995 18:02:13 +0200
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Ok, let's try and post some signal for a change :-)
I just watched this one and I must say it's not as good as part 1 (which
Frans reviewed not long ago if memory serves). For one thing it's only 70
minutes in length, and there are only 4 scene (one the usual [for Private
movies] all-cast orgy), and not even great scenes at that.
Apocalypse Climax II the final ecstasy (Private 1995, dir: Nic Cramer)
cast: Melissa Hill, Tammi Ann, Anita Kelly, Laura Palmer, Nicolette Fauludi,
Agnes Titti, Linda Moor, Barbara Molat,
Jon Dough, Kyle Stone, Damien Michaels, Frank Towers, Yves Baillat,
Ian Daniels
And since one of our regular reviewers like it, here's a scene rundown in
his method:
. Blonde russian, Damien Michaels
. Laura Palmer, Jon Dough
, Linda Moor, Kyle Stone
, Agnes Titti, Jon Dough
. Melissa hill, Jon Dough
. Laura Palmer, Ian Daniels,
, Tammi Ann, Frank Towers,
, Anita Kelly, Kyle Stone,
, Nicolette Fauludi, Ferenc Juhac,
, Barbara Molat, Damien Michaels
, Linda Moor, Agnes Titti [a], Yves Baillat
The story is off course a direct take-off of Apocalypse Now with Jon Dough
being ordered to liquidate kolonel Flurtz (Melissa Hill) who has found some
artifact in the jungle that gives her control thru sex.
Anyway, part one ended with our party (Jon Dough, Tammi Ann and Kyle Stone)
traveling upriver in a boat.
Here it continues with them coming to the last US post which is just being
shelled as they arive. The commander there, Damian Michaels, has them watch
as he interogates (well he doesn't ask her anything, just fucks her) a
blonde Russian spy (she isn't creditted). During his interogation Tammi Ann
masturbates and lends a hand or tongue here and there, while Kyle Stone,
who the commander ordered to join in refuses to.
Then it's back on the boat where Jon musses that if Damian Michaels is a
normal commander, why the hell is he sent to kill Kol. Flurtz.
Then next thing we know they have been captured and Jon Dough and Kyle
Stone are in a bamboo cage in Flutz's camp, with Tammi Ann being tied to
the top of it (we never see them being captured or anything. Did they
forget to film this, or was this cut, or what?).
Blonde guard Laura Palmer sucks of Jon Dough thru the bamboo bars, while
native girl Linda Moor is inside the cage screwing Kyle Stone. Kyle and
Linda are hardly visible thru the bars.
After Jon comes in Laura's face a second guard, brunette Agnes Titti, fucks
Jon inside the cage, while Laura turns her attention to Tammi Ann a bit.
Jon/Agnes are shown slightly better than Kyle/Linda (who are still going at
it next to them) and Jon also comes in Agnes' face.
Of course Jon can now escape, since he just crawls thru the bars, and he
enters Melissa Hill's hut. She has some mumbo jumbo speech, before she says
she wants one more orgasm before he kills her. So obviously Jon obliges.
Their scene is intercut with the rest of the cast having a big orgy out
side. The couples are paired off and there is virtually no switching, so we
see:
Laura Plamer taking on Ian Daniels
Tammi Ann with frank towers
Anita Kelly (we see very little of her, so this is a very bad waste of
resources) with Kyle Stone (I think, we see so little of this couple it's
difficult to say :-)
Nicolette Fauludi with Ferenc Juhac
and the only persons who do switch partner a bit:
Barbara Molet (a short haired blonde, but despite the credits I do not
think she is the same girl as the russian spy in scene one) mostly with
Damien Michaels, and Linda Moor and Agnes Titti mostly with Yves Baillat.
In all I was not that impressed with this latest Private movie. It's
probably one of their worst films to date.
The orgy scene has much action which is badly captured, and some of the
couples are hardly shown at all!
In fact the whole thing can be summed up as "a waste of recourses": only
one scene (and intercut at that) with lovely Melissa Hill, glimpses only of
Anita Kelly.
And unlike most earlier Private movies, there was very little anal actions
for those who like that: only one anal insertion during the orgy.
final verdict: something like 2.25 on the Imperial scale.
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