From alt.sex.movies Mon Apr 24 11:22:26 1995
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>From: [email protected] (ChrisM7204)
Subject: Review: Les Femmes Erotiques
Date: 12 Feb 1995 10:30:20 -0500
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I realize this movie has probably been reviewed in some fashion or another
to
death, but there are a lot of new folks coming on-board who may appreciate
another opinion.
Les Femmes Erotiques. 1993. Directed by Andrew Blake. Cast includes: Julia
Ann, PJ Sparxx, Dahlia Grey, Raven, Sunset Thomas, among others.
Julia, Dahlia and Raven are playing with some virtual reality toys that
send
them to different sex scenarios. Interestingly one of the toys is an
automatic penetrating dildo.
Scene 1: PJ and Marc Wallace are in a standard all-window Blake house. A
few
licks here, a little touching there. Raven walks in. Plays with herself
while
PJ and Wallace have intercourse with a rubber. Raven and Wallace go at it.
The girls aren't really into it.
Scene2: Deborah Wells plays with herself. No finger penetration.
Scene3: Dahlia and Raven in 20's flapper costumes. Looks like a live
action
Penthouse layout shot. Just a few licks by Raven.
Scene4: Julia and Aaron Colt outside. Just a boring intercourse scene.
Nothing more or less.
Scene5: PJ and Sunset frolicking poolside. The ONLY time in the whole
video
that I saw a wet pussy (not from the pool, though). PJ was turned on a
bit.
Scene6: Sunset, Julia and Colt three-way. I don't even remember it. I
don't
think Sunset had intercourse.
Scene7: Julia and Dahlia. Another Penthouse shoot, basically. No
penetration.
Scene8: Randy West and Julia: West fingers girls like he's giving them a
gynocological exam. Not erotic. Condom intercourse.
Scene9: Dahlia and PJ cowgirl-outdoor-ripping clothes scene. No
penetration.
No licking.
Scene10: Black and White, Christine Tyler, beach babe scene, solo.
No penetration.
Scene11: Peter North and Sunset(?) Facial. Outside. Seemed short.
Scene 12: PJ and Kelly O'Dell. The only scene in whole movie where a girl
gets licked like the lickee means it. Too short. Outside.
Scene 13: Raven and ?. Outside. Standard intercourse. I think she gets
load
on boobs.
Scene 14: Julia and Raven. Outside with face-dildo attachment. 30 seconds
long. They faded out while Raven was trying to get it in Julia.
Comments: I like (or liked) Blake movies. I loved Secrets, Night Trips and
House of Dreams. I even liked Hidden Obsessions. Penthouse Pet Dahlia was
totally useless. This is my first viewing of PJ and I must say she is
outstanding. I can't wait to see her in a good flick. The verdict is still
out for me on Julia. Her balloon boobs really detracts from her beauty.
The
women never got wet, exept for PJ with Sunset. That kinda ruined it for
me.
As for it being a couples appeal movie, maybe, but I don't see it. My wife
didn't like it. She doesn't care for disgusting, badly made, adult movies,
so this would have appeared to be something she would have liked. The one
high point was the absolute beauty of the women. However, I've seen better
Penthouse movies.
I'll have to rate this movie a 2 (out of 4). Don't buy it. Rent it, but
don't expect anything better than what you would get in a Penthouse Video.
Chris
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