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Subject: Review: "Tail Taggers Vol.127"
Date: 24 Jun 1995 19:34:09 GMT
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This is what Robert McCallum does when he's not making
big-budget,shot-on-film epics for Western Visuals. This is pro-am with
an anal theme.
Tail Taggers Vol.127. Dir.Robert McCallum.Western Visuals. Dallas
D'Amour,Candie Conner,Randi Hart,Tony Tedeschi,TT Boy,"London
Tomlin".1995. Approx. 75min.Shot-on-video.
McCallum brings some of his Golden Age background to pro-am by
attempting to have some set-ups or mini-stories in each of these 3
unrelated scenes. It doesn't really work too well in this type of genre
with a cast who can't really act too well. What they can do well is
screw on video, and they certainly show it.
D'Amour(dark-skinned,tattoed,pierced) has a ton of enthusiasm with
Tedeschi as they bitch about some furniture they are buying. The bed
seems to be to everyone's liking,though, as Tedeschi crams 4 fingers in
BOTH entrances of D'Amour(OUCH!). She seemed to enjoy it,somehow. A
good BJ followed by an enthusiastic anal in several positions before a
back-blast. SUBJECTIVE TIME: D'Amour's tattoos and several piercings
don't do it for me at all. BUTT, like similar performers of the past
(Viper and Alexandria), she has a lot of energy and enthusiasm for sex,
and really seems to get-off on it, and I didn't notice Tedeschi losing
wood,either. She also has a nice body with large,REAL breasts.Hot
scene.
A long(and boring as hell) attempt to set-up a sex scene with Max
Hardcore BoxcoverGirl Candi Conner and Tomlin is fast-forward material,
and I like stories and set-ups as much as anyone. When we finally get
to the boning, Tomlin and Conner fare much better.
Doggie,RC,missionary,BJ,anal,etc. porn-by-position is done with zest
>from the two. Dude Tomlin is hardly the "stud" type of most
mainstream-porn, but delivers one helluva facial on Conner's eager
face. Look for Tomlin in more pro-am material if he can keep performing
like this. Conner needs to kiss Max Hardcore goodbye and get some other
roles for her carnal talents. She's certainly got the looks and
enthusiasm(good at faking,too).
The last(only 3 scenes over 70minutes!) clip is with TT Boy as a
magician. No, he doesn't pull a more pleasant personality out of a
hat:) Instead, he brings-up a tall thin blonde named Randi Hart(looks
good!) Since TT can't act worth a damn, let's get down to business.
Hart shows she's ready for the big-leagues of porn by gulping down the
Boy tool and getting rear-ended in typically rough Boy-manner. Big
blast by Boy on the bod. You gotta give credit to any actress who can
take a TT Boy Jackhammer Anal(TM) and moan and yell in pleasure. Maybe
she liked it? Not too bad a scene, with the usual long and bad set-up
of this movie. Give the maligned TT some credit,too, he can get it up
and off as good as any stud in the biz without wood-problems, he just
can't do it with any "romance" or "foreplay".
McCallum's set-ups are real long and get mangled by the performers,with
the exception of the first scene being rather amusing and half-way
acted by D"Amour and Tedeschi. Still, if you're going to stretch 3
scenes into an hour and 15 minutes, you better deliver some fairly
sizzling sex. McCallum gets pretty good results here, and the
"amateurs" are certainly some of the better-looking and energetic ones
I've seen in this genre. On the Imperator scale, give it a 2.8, a good
rental choice, but not a "buy" or "must have" for sure. Make more
films,McCallum, you're the MAN, and this isn't your strength here.
Brad
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."