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Subject: REVIEW: Hard Talk
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REVIEW OF "HARD TALK"
VCA Platinum
Directed by Micheal Craig
Starring: Sunny Mckay, Teri Diver, Mike Horner, Melanie Moore, Jesse Eastern
Nick East, Tracey Adams, and Alex Jordan.
Notes: This one has actually been out for a few months, but I thought I'd
check it out again. According to the credits, it was written by Teri Diver!
I say, keep it up, Teri. Two grumbles: All we see of Diver is her mouth and
pussy in closeup (you'll see why in a second). The other was poor sound on my
tape. There was considerable distortion, and I had to play with my bass and
treble a bit to be able to get everything.
The premise hear is that Diver is some sort of phone sex maven, providing
service to her customers a bit beyond the usual dirty talk. That's why we
never really see her. Too bad, though.
First scene we see Sunny getting being told by Diver to get out more, dress
sexier, etc. Gradually, Diver gets Sunny to doff her clothes and masturbate.
Alex Jordan appears, already naked (that's convenient) and Diver tells Sunny
to go for it. She does, and we get a pretty good lesbian scene, complete
with Diver's narration.
Next scene we see Horner at his desk. In walks Jesse Eastern, and Diver
comes on the phone and orders Melanie Moore out from under Horner's desk.
After a bit of 20 Questions to establish that Moore is indeed a major slut,
Diver orders Moore and Eastern to get it on. They do do in a sweaty encounter,
and much to Horner's chagrin. Once again, we have a voice-over from Teri.
Jesse goes home and tries to get a little from wife Tracy Adams, whose Rub-
enesque form is still rather scrumptious. She's not into it though, and Jesse
talks to Teri a bit. It's kind of slow here.
Diner scene. Sunny and Nick meet, and Sunny engages in some fantasy about
sex with him. Nice and vigorous, and it ends with a moderate facial.
On to Mike Horner and Melanie. Mel comes in and tells Mike not to worry
about Teri the phone mistress, and screw her anyway. They do and its pretty
good, including some anal. I really like Melanie Moore a lot as an actress.
She can be a prim librarian or come on like a demon slut. I like that in a
woman.
It's Tracy's turn now, as she discovers the large phone bills hubby Eastern
has been running up talking to Diver. She calls the number, and Teri gets her
all hot and bothered in a short masturbation scene. Then Eastern comes home
and Tery gets them to screw and make up. Not bad, but not quite up to the
standards of the rest of the movie.
I give it 3 out of 5 stars. Hot. 1 okay facial, 1 lesbian scene, 1 anal,
lots of nasty talk. Fer sure worth a rental, but don't buy it without check-
ing the sound quality. As always, comments and suggestions on this review are
appreciated.
semper fi,
Jammer Jim Miller
Texas A&M University '89 and '91
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