Subject: Review: "Face Dance 2"
From: [email protected] (Brad Williams )
Date: 11 Jun 1995 06:13:59 GMT
In my never-ending quest for something good to say about porn, I pulled
this Stagliano award-winner out of the closet.
Face Dance 2. Evil Angel.1992.Dir. John Stagliano.Tiffany Million,Rocco
Siffredi,Sierra,Rebecca Bardoux,Francesca Le,Brittany O'Connel,Chrissie
Ann,Cody O'Conner,Kris Newz,Joey Silvera,Tom Byron,Steve Drake,Nick
East,Woody Long,and some Dudes.Non-sex appearances by Stagliano,Patrick
Collins,and Bruce Seven.Shot-on-film. 2HRS.
Rocco is Dario, a porn-star trying to make it in mainstream films.
Buttman helps his buddy adjust to the grind by lining-up some butts for
Rocco to check-out. There's tons of tease,dressing,and undressing as
most of the cast prepares for a Buttman-shoot. Tiffany Mynx(uncredited)
is also on display in this rather long display of teasing that leads to
an unfinished and brief BJ by about 5 girls on Rocco.
Back on the mainstream set, director Silvera has his
folks(Drake,East,Million,Le,etc.) "rehearsing." This rehearsal is
mainly some dancing around a pole by Million, and her now trademark
contortionism antics. Hey, is there sex in this film or not? Watching
Million dance and looking at butts for the first 30minutes of this film
has gotten rather tedious.It's not like there's a plot being developed
here:)
Things pick-up in a hurry when Rocco goes to Kris Newz's office. Newz
and Rocco have a discussion about mainstream movies, and then Newz
decides to load Bardoux to Rocco for some relaxation. Kiss(looking
pretty ugly here) shows-up, a fierce foursome happens, and we have some
serious action now! Plenty of kissing,breast-play,finger-sucking, and
anal activity occurs in every position you can get 4 people into. Newz
does some teasing of his own, popping his head in and out of Bardoux's
ass until she does a "Tami Ann" and shoves her fingers in her butt and
pulls it wide-open for a Newz-plunge. Rocco jackhammers Kiss, who
screams a lot until Rocco mercifully puts his hand over her mouth:) The
action is fast and furious, and partners are switched often, or just
stacked on top of each other:) Great camerawork except Kiss has a very
large 'roid that is explicity shown several times(Urgh!). Her 'roif
probably didn't find much relief as Rocco tuffs it in her backdoor, and
then Newz joins in for a DP. Oh yeah, there's cowgirl,RC,missionary
anal,standing screws,BJ's,table-fucks,couch-fucks,just about
everything. Scene ends with the girls upside-down looking-up and
receiving THE MONSTER FACIAL of porn history from the 2 studs. I'm not
a big facial fan, but I was quite impressed with the drowning.
Very,very hot scene that is around 25minutes long, but never boring.
Deductions for Kiss snarling too much,needing an anal-layoff until
cured, and in general, detracting from the heat that Bardoux and
company were generating.
At the mainstream set, something you rarely see in porn happens:drug
use, and a lot of it. Joints.pipes, and even lines of coke are passed
around and consumed by Nick East,Long, and Francesca Le. Drake looks on
rather unapprovingly. After lots of smoking, there's an orgy with
O'Connel,Le,O'Conner,drake,Long, some Dudes and some unknown(and not
very attractive female). Again, lots of tender kissing and breastplay
is followed by some balls-to-the-wall sex. Plenty of
variety:,anal,rimming,4finger insertions,69,RC, 3-way,4-way,lineups,
etc. Nick East does some pipe-tokes to coax out a pathetic facial while
seasoned vet Drake tittie-fucks Le who takes the facial with zest. As
throughout this movie, the angles and camerawork are first-rate and
keep these long scenes from becoming dull.
Rocco does some "peeping-tom" sightseeing outside Buttman's house.
Chrissy Ann,Sierra, and Tom Byron(sporting jet-black hair) are waiting
to do some porn action. Rocco gets caught, so he naturally is invited
in for a 4-way. Him and Byron waste no time drilling the women, and
some very close-up insertion shots in every orifice gets things moving
rapidly. Very nice missionary-anal by Rocco on Ann, and nice RAC with
Sierra(hot!) and Byron. Some switching,groping,hole-probing,rimming,
and blow-jobs,followed by anal-entry(again right here with the camera).
Byron buttfucks Ann thoroughly, and pulls out for a blast on her back.
Deciding that sodomizing Chrissy Ann is great fun, Tom sticks it right
back in her butt, and in a few moments, pulls-out and completes a
double-pop shot on her back. Yeoman's work by Byron, congrats. Rocco
analizes Sierra, and gives her a face-bath. The women in this scene are
the hottest and best-looking of all the cast, and the sex is
incendiary.
The finale is a frenzied Rocco-Million screw. As much as I hate her
awful blown-out of proportion fake boobs, she does a good job here
showing some heat without trying to bend herself into a pretzel or make
ridiculous fuck-faces. Standing-screw,rimming,anal...hey! you ought to
know by now that they do it all, and in every position. Facial ending.
Whoa! Tons of wall-to-wall sex in this one, even though the first
30minutes were all tease. Super camera-shots and bizarre angles made
this an erotic experience. If you like foreplay,variety,anal, and
facials, you need to kill for this one. 2hrs of almost non-stop sex.
My big gripe is some of the females are not attractive, and some border
on skeezas(Kiss,Le,O'Conner). Sierra,Bardoux, and Chrissie Ann make up
for this, as well as the hot action. Oh yeah, somebody get Nick East a
day-job, and get him the hell away from porn.
On the famous Imperator-scale, Face Dance 2 rates a solid 3.5. This one
has it all, even some kissing and foreplay before the anal
explorations. Well worth adding to your collection.
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