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From: [email protected] (Brad Williams)
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Subject: Review: Seymore and Shane Do Ireland
Date: 18 Apr 1995 19:56:36 GMT
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I saw this once without taking notes so I re-rented it(obviously I like
this flick) and here goes....
Seymore and Shane Do Ireland.1995.Ultimate Video.Dir.Seymore Butts.
Seymore Butts,Shane,Kylie Ireland,Vanessa Chase,Alex
Sanders,Yvonne,Nicole Lace,Missy, Amanda,Mark Christopher.
Shot-on-video(entirely hand-held and point-of-view).120minutes.
After some scenes from the previous installment of this series where
they're in NYC and Shane blows a fireman(his face blacked-out) at a NYC
fire station, we're rolling with Shane in bed working herself over with
a huge massager. Seymore films and does some tittie-twisting in a
pretty good masturbation sequence.
Next, Seymore and camera head out to the living room where Vanessa
Chase is riding the sex-mechanical-bull(adjustable for vibration and
rotation). Seymore helps out with some groping, and Chase seems to
really enjoy herself here in some pretty hot scenes. BJ with facial
finale.
As Chase goes to the bathroom to clean-up, Seymore and camcorder follow
for another BJ. I was expecting an anal here, what with Chase being in
this flick and already doing the standard BJ, but alas, just another bj
with a weak facial that winds-up in Chase's left eye. Seymore wipes her
eye and apologizes. Not a really hot scene, but at least Seymore's a
nice guy. Plenty of EXTREME CLOSE-UPS.
After some phone-calls and some watching of "Current Affair" doing an
expose on the fire dept in NYC, and showing some Seymore/Shane footage
of said event, Shane models a St.Louis Blues' jersey(they suck!
Penguins rule!)and lays around on the couch while Seymore apparently
arranges to meet Florida hooker Kathy Willets for his next feature.
It's off to the mall for some shopping and up walks Kylie Ireland.
After some interviewing by our heroes, they all head to Seymore's van
in the parking-lot in front of Mervyn's. Hot sex commences with Shane
doing the filming and plenty of OB/GYN shots of Ireland.
BJ,Doggie,missionary followed by a gash-gush from Seymore. Pretty
smokin', and you can see people walking by in the parking lot of a
pretty large mall.
Back at the house, Seymore and Shane tie-up Ireland in the sex-hammock
and blindfold her. Scene of the film here, as Ireland gets
munched,finger-banged, and fucked by Seymore and has a blast. Seymore
takes over the filming so Shane can drill her with a big strap-on, and
Ireland's chest turns crimson-red as she cums a few times. Plenty more
extreme close-ups. Shane takes a facial from Seymore at the end of this
scene. Good time to see if your "rewind" button is working.
A marathon orgy follows at the house with everybody in the cast who
hasn't appeared yet. Due to the pile of bodies and extreme close-ups,
it's hard to match bodies with faces sometimes, but there are some hot
moments that keep you from hitting the fast-forward. Alex Sanders does
a slam-and-jam anal on a female, followed by a butt-to-mouth facial.
Tons of OB/GYN and 'roid shots :( distract from the action
occassionally, but there are 3-ways,strap-ons,lez,hole-probing, and
boning aplenty here. Real long scene, with some heat.
I liked this movie(and the whole series), but it's not for everyone.
The close-ups will have you counting mole-hairs on people's butts, and
the POV filming get real annoying after a while. Extremely close shots
of scrotums and roids are a turn-off for me,too. The hot sex and the
likeability of Seymore and Shane make this one of the best in the
series to date, however, and prove you can make good material without a
huge budget.
I'd give it 3.0 on the Imperator scale. Kudos to Seymore and Shane and
Ultimate Video for another winner.
Brad
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