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Subject: Dunbar Reviews: Misty @ Midnight
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# Misty @ Midnight
c 4.9 1995 Legend, F.J. Lincoln
. Alex Jordan, Vince Voyeur
. Tammi Ann, Tom Byron {a}
. Vanessa Chase, Randy West
. Alex Jordan, Norma Jean
. Norma Jeane, Tom Byron
Plot: Norma Jeane plays a rural DJ with an extremely seductive voice.
She offered a job in LA, and she accepts after catching her
boyfriend cheating.
I used to count on Legend to deliver a decent video, but no more.
I could have sworn the box cover said this was directed by Scotty Fox, a
director I still trust to deliver a fairly decent sex scene. Closer
inspection of the box on the return trip reveals that no director is listed
on the box. Smart move. If I had known this was directed by FJ "stinkin'"
Licoln, I probably would not have rented it. FJ used to make pretty good
videos. Now all he makes is cable-ready dreck.
I should read those box covers more closely, but I saw Tammi Ann, Vanessa
Chase, and Norma Jean listed on the cover and just went nuts.
In another deceptive move, they put Tammi Ann on the cover and claim that
she "stars" in the video. But this is really a Norma Jean vehicle and
Tammi and barely figures.
SCENE 1: Alex and Vince driving through countryside at night listening
to the radio. They are so turned on by Misty's voice that they
have to pull off the road to fuck. Afterward Alex vows to take
Misty back to work at her radio station in LA.
The scene is poorly-lit and much of it runs without any sound from
the performers. There are virtually no good angles, and everytime
the camera starts to approach a good angle, we cut to another
mindless close-up.
SCENE 2: Misty at first turns down Alex's offer of a job in LA, but then
she catch her boyfriend, Tom, fucking Tammi in the barn.
The scene is also ruined by cable-ready editing. The are a
couple redeeming moments, but they don't last long enough.
SCENE 3: Alex has Norma do a demo for her producer, Randy West. Randy
get so turned on he ends up fucking Alex's maid, Vanessa Chase.
Vanessa is able to save ths scene from being a total loss.
SCENE 4: Alex and Norma Jean get it on while Misty's first LA show airs.
SCENE 5: Norma is re-united with Tom.
Scene is totally ruined by the shot selection and editing.
Hardly a single redeeming moment.
SUMMARY: A terrific cast of female is wasted in this cable-ready
piece of shit. The deceptive box cover, the wasted talent,
the all-to-common cable-ready editting, make we want to
give up on this shit all together.
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169 “I can arrange all that.” Such Apaches as had not gone back on the war-path returned to the States with the troops; but there were five months more of the outrages of Geronimo and his kind. Then in the summer of the year another man, more fortunate and better fitted to deal with it all, perhaps,—with the tangle of lies and deceptions, cross purposes and trickery,—succeeded where Crook had failed and had been relieved of a task that was beyond him. Geronimo was captured, and was hurried off to a Florida prison with his band, as far as they well could be from the reservation they had refused to accept. And with them were sent other Indians, who had been the friends and helpers of the government for years, and who had run great risks to help or to obtain peace. But the memory and gratitude of governments is become a proverb. The southwest settled down to enjoy its safety. The troops rested upon the laurels they had won, the superseded general went on with his work in another field far away to the north. The new general, the saviour of the land, was heaped[Pg 305] with honor and praise, and the path of civilization was laid clear. Parliament met on the 10th of January, 1765. The resentment of the Americans had reached the ears of the Ministry and the king, yet both continued determined to proceed. In the interviews which Franklin and the other agents had with the Ministers, Grenville begged them to point to any other tax that would be more agreeable to the colonists than the stamp-duty; but they without any real legal grounds drew the line between levying custom and imposing an inland tax. Grenville paid no attention to these representations. Fifty-five resolutions, prepared by a committee of ways and means, were laid by him on the table of the House of Commons at an early day of the Session, imposing on America nearly the same stamp-duties as were already in practical operation in England. These resolutions being adopted, were embodied in a bill; and when it was introduced to the House, it was received with an apathy which betrayed on all hands the profoundest ignorance of its importance. Burke, who was a spectator of the debates in both Houses, in a speech some years afterwards, stated that he never heard a more languid debate than that in the Commons. Only two or three persons spoke against the measure and that with great composure. There was but one division in the whole progress of the Bill, and the minority did not reach to more than thirty-nine or forty. In the Lords, he said, there was, to the best of his recollection, neither division nor debate! His cheek paled for an instant as the thought obtruded that the man might resist and he have to really shoot him. "Good, the old man's goin' to take the grub out to 'em himself," thought the Deacon with relief. "He'll be easy to manage. No need o' shootin' him." "Them that we shot?" said Shorty carelessly, feeling around for his tobacco to refill his pipe. "Nothin'. I guess we've done enough for 'em already." John Dodd, twenty-seven years old, master, part of the third generation, arranged his chair carefully so that it faced the door of the Commons Room, letting the light from the great window illumine the back of his head. He clasped his hands in his lap in a single, nervous gesture, never noticing that the light gave him a faint saintlike halo about his feathery hair. His companion took another chair, set it at right angles to Dodd's and gave it long and thoughtful consideration, as if the act of sitting down were something new and untried. "Besides," Norma said desperately, "they're only rumors—" "Oh, I've found a way of gitting shut of them rootses—thought of it while I wur working at the trees. I'm going to blast 'em out." During the next ten years the farm went forward by strides. Reuben bought seven more acres of Boarzell in '59, and fourteen in '60. He also bought a horse-rake, and threshed by machinery. He was now a topic in every public-house from Northiam to Rye. His success and the scant trouble he took to conciliate those about him had made him disliked. Unprosperous farmers[Pg 124] spoke windily of "spoiling his liddle game." Ditch and Ginner even suggested to Vennal that they should club together and buy thirty acres or so of the Moor themselves, just to spite him. However, money was too precious to throw away even on such an object, especially as everyone felt sure that Backfield would sooner or later "bust himself" in his dealings with Boarzell. "Let's go home," she said faintly—"it's getting late."