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From: Peter van Aarle
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Subject: Review: Brenda back to Beverly Hills 9021A
Date: Mon, 18 Sep 1995 18:02:18 +0200
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This one isn't too old, and it has some fairly new faces in it so a review
might be of interest...
Brenda Back to Beverly Hills 9021A (1995 Caballero, dir: Henri Pachard, 75 min)
cast: Rayveness, Emerald Estrada, Selena, Kim Kitaine,
Alex Sanders, Red Boan, T.T. Boy
scenes:
. Selena, Alex Sanders
. Rayveness, emerald Eastrada
. Kim Kitaine, Emerald Estrada, Alex Sanders
. Kim Kitaine, T.T. Boy
. Rayveness [a], Red Boan
This is just a one-day wonder, nothing special but at least Henri still
knows how to shoot the sex scenes.
It's the story of Brenda who needs a role now that she has been kicked of
off Beverly Hills 90-whatever.
Brenda is played by Rayveness, who is a pretty, naturally busty gall with
black hair (she's on the cover).
Of course Brenda is an incredible bitch (the reason she was kicked of the
series in the first place), so when her agent Alex Sanders calls her to
remind her she has an appointment with producer Armon Sperling later that
day, he just has to get his secretary Selena to sooth his nerves with some
office sex (ending in a facial). Selena is a very nice new brunette, and
the scene is good.
Getting ready for her appointment Brenda decides she needs to unwind and
calls in her personal assistant, Emerald Estrada, for some g/g relaxation
theraphy. It's an ok scene as far as g/g goes, but no classic. And Emerald
is a nice looking girl, but she did have a boobjob (and we all know how I
feel about those...)
Anyway, Sperling's assistant Kim Kitaine (she has recently returned to porn
after a hiatus, and she is still a goodlookin gnatural bodied blonde) comes
by Alex's office to bring over the script Brenda has to look over. So Alex
calls and Emerald is send to Alex's office to pick it up.
Once there Kim and Emerald of course (hey, it's a porn movie, what reason
do you need?) get it on together and it doesn't take long before Alex stops
watching and starts participating.
Well, Kim goes back to Sperling's house, but he's not there, only his
nephew is (TTBoy). Playing to character TT is an irritating bastard who
tells her she has to suck his dick or he'll get his uncle to fire her.
So they have sex together by the pool in a nice scene.
Finally Armon Sperling (Red Boan, Rayveness' real life SO) has arrived at
Brenda's house and when he tells her she has to convince him she can do the
part she of course decides the best way would be with sex.
They too have a nice scene together which includes some anal sex.
Of course (I guess) she does not get the part.
Final verdict: a highly enjoyable little movie because the girls look good
(which you can actually see), and the sex was shot competently.
Not a classic in the making but certainly worth a rental.
About a 2.75 on the Imperial scale I'd say, especially if you want to see
some fairly new good looking girls
(Say, isn't it time we switched to a Metric scale? ;-)
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