Subject: Review: Chasey Lain in "Submission"
From: [email protected] (Brad Williams)
Date: 7 May 1995 17:06:48 GMT
Here's a Chasey Lain-vehicle back when she was with Wicked Pictures,
and is post boob-job#1.
"Submission".1994.Wicked Pictures.Dir.Fj and Patti Lincoln-Rhodes.
Chasey Lain,Sahara Sands,Jon Dough,Shelby Stevens,Tiffany Mynx,Randy
West, and the "first" appearance of Vanessa Chase.Shot-on-video.Approx
70minutes.
We start off with a no set-up/plot/words lez scene with Lain and
Sands.Slow-moving and sort of sensual,except for the ulta-close-ups of
my newest pet peeve, the "Lee Press-on Nails". Some good
toungue-fucking by Sands, and nice camerawork of full-body shots make
this scene look real nice, but the *heat* is pretty ordinary.
Chasey(always beautiful,and sometimes lethargic) tells us that she is
doing it all for her master,Vic(Jon Dough). We get a dom-scene where
Dough makes her watch him fuck Shelby in a couple of positions,standard
BJ,followed by a pretty good anal. After he blasts, he wipes his dick
off in Lain's hair. So-so heat. Dough is in his
long-haired/goatee/grunge look here, and Lain sits around and does
nothing.
lain next gets to watch Dough,Chase and West in a 3-way. Lain is
half-clothed and looks pretty ravishing,but again,doesn't do much
else.Chase gets on all-fours for some writhing in eager anticpation of
West's dick, and he can't get it up, no matter how hard he whacks it.
Chase looks damn good here, with some good shots of her moving and
moaning, and West struggles for wood,rubbing Lain's legs in an attempt
to salvage the scene. Finally, we get a scorching missionary-anal on
Vanessa,who is quite a performer! Real slow-moving scene overall, and a
weak West-facial at the end. This is getting boring,now.
Mynx,Lain, and Stevens in a 3-way lez with plenty of rim-jobs,spitting,
and slurping. Nobody cums, but at least Mynx attempts to fake it
decently.Mynx does Lain with a strap-on which get Lain's attention long
enough to have her do some noise-making.Sort of routine.
Lain masturbates in the next scene until Dough shows-up for a
missionary-screw with Lain's ankles around her neck,almost. This is the
finale,so Lain makes an attempt at being aroused, and does pretty well.
Fake-tit and facial blast.
Chasey lain is a gorgeous woman who unfortunately brings back memories
of Savannah sometimes with her lazy performances. She seems to not be
"into it" at all in the several movies I've seen with her. getting a
boob-job was a definate negative,too.
On the Imperator scale(the best!), I give this a mediocre 1.9. Good for
only hardcore Lain fans, otherwise skip this one and catch-up on some
golden-age stuff that you might have already seen before.
Brad
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