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Subject: Review: "Steamy Windows"
Date: 31 Dec 1994 23:36:15 -0600
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HAPPY NEW YEARS, everybody! Hope '95 brings a whole new batch of hot
X-rated releases! :-)
STEAMY WINDOWS
Director: Alex deRenzy, 1991
Distributed by: VCA
Starring: Rachel Ryan, Danielle Rogers, Sunny McKay, Debi Diamond,
Tianna, Randy Spears, Rocco Siffredi, Joey Silvera, Randy West.
The movie opens on the location of a car dealership. A woman (Ryan)
is browsing around and takes interest in a car which the salesman (North)
lets her take for a test drive. At first, all we learn about the woman is
her name - Catherine DeLane . They drive out to an area where they
take a breather, and also take the time to get to know eachother a bit
better.
Scene 1: Rachel Ryan and Peter North.
A good scene with a killer cumshot on her ass.
Next, DeLane's in an office and we learn she's an art gallery owner
planning an exhibit the following week. Randy West plays Jonathan Swift, an
art critic. She tells him about a new Italian painter she discovered,
Giorgie (Siffredi), whose work she will display at the exhibit. In the hopes
of getting good reviews, she serves up a little snack to Jonathan, curtesy of
two employees Tianna and Debi Diamond.
Scene 2: Tianna, Debi Diamond and Randy West.
An explosive scene throughout. Good body display and photography,
but a very weak facial cumshot on Diamond. Nevertheless, this scene is hot!
Setting up for the exhibit, DeLane bumps into rich client Duncan
(Silvera) who she sells a painting to in advance. He hands her a cheque
worth a year's salary that she throws in her secretary/assistant Lorraine
(McKay) as a bonus.
Scene 3: Sunny McKay and Joey Silvera.
These two make for a passionate encounter on a staircase. From the
way they are positioned in the end, she misses most of the cumshot.
DeLane takes a quick shower, then spends a part of the afternoon
under the covers with Lorraine.
Scene 4: Rachel Ryan and Sunny McKay.
Usual girl/girl scene. Nothing new here.
Later on that day, DeLane receives flowers from an old high-school
boyfriend Tony (Spears) she hadn't seen in 10 years. We see, from her mind,
that night 10 years ago they spent in his car alone in the woods (it seems).
Ryan fingers both holes.
The night of the exhibit. People are walking around enjoying the art,
especially a young, rich Vanessa (Rogers) who gets acquainted with the star
painter, Giorgio, in more ways than one.
Scene 5: Danielle Rogers and Rocco Siffredi.
Hot scene intercut with some exhibit dialogue. They really sweat and
look well into it. Cumshot mainly on Danielle's chest.
DeLane bumps into Tony at the exhibit. They chat a bit, then for old
time's sake, jump into bed.
Scene 6: Rachel Ryan and Randy Spears.
Fairly hot scene with a cumshot on her ass.
We learn more about Catherine's personal feelings and discover she
felt mistreated by Tony that time in the woods that she has gone through life
using people for her own sexual pleasure without any care for their feelings.
Then she turns the tables on him and uses a dildo up his ass (which is not
really shown)... saying she wanted to take his cherry as he did to her 10
years ago .
The movie ends with Catherine and Tony realizing more about
eachother's thoughts and feelings. A very good film from deRenzy that has
consistent heat, a well-executed story and good acting. Rachel Ryan plays
her role with ease, seeming very natural for the part. The somewhat soap
opera-like atmosphere makes this feel like a couples film but should be seen
by every porn buff, especially if you're a die-hard fan of deRenzy.
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."