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Date: Thu, 21 Jul 1994 13:25:00 UTC
Subject: REVIEW: the voyeur
Status: RO
1994, john leslie productions
director/producer: john leslie
starring: kristi lynn, sheena, pandora, draghixa
(+ several uncredited men)
quick rating: 2/4
well, i expected a lot more from this flick. i saw
mr. leslie at an adult video seminar in san francisco this
past weekend, and after hearing his thoughts on the adult
film industry -- and even seeing a preview of `the voyeur' --
i was looking forward to a nasty, ranchy journey through
john leslie's mind. instead, i got a muddled, inconsistent,
and ultimately boring hour-and-some tape.
the plot, minimal as it is, revolves around a voyeur
(leslie with a handicam) who spends the movie being forced
to observe various women and men having more fun than he is.
and this is really my issue with the film -- if you're into
humiliation and disappointment, maybe you'll enjoy it, but
the voyeur's whining turns me right off.
although `the voyeur' is distributed by john (`buttman')
stagliano, it has nothing of the buttman's pure obsession
or candid pleading. at least stagliano -- who popularized
the camera-view sexumentary style -- is honest in his
raunchiness; leslie seems to think that raunch is to be
hid from view, only to be seen through a window.
(speaking of hiding, why did leslie credit only the women
in the film? there are a dozen anonymous male bodies
here, including tom byron and mark wallice.)
in addition, the sound is muddy enough that it's very
difficult to hear the dialogue/vocals in the film, and
near impossible to hear leslie himself (prob. because he's
behind the camera and didn't use a boom mic). although
leslie claims that the use of a handicam gives an appealing
`raw' look, i think he took himself a bit too literally --
a bit more editing and sound control would have improved
this movie immensely.
ok, ok, enough bitching. so what's in the film? well,
it starts off with a fairly hot scene with kristi lynn
getting gangbanged in a bar by 5 guys. she's *very*
excited here; lots of moaning and groaning and noisy
sucking. she's fucked by everyone, assfucked by tom
byron, and finally has cum spilled all over her.
there are a couple of scenes with sheena, who doesn't
really do much for me. she's cute, but doesn't show
much enthusiasm. both scenes here are with 2 guys;
throughout both scenes, we & the voyeur stay outside,
viewing through the windows.
in another scene copied right out of buttman, the voyeur
meets a threesome in a hotel hallway and convinces them
to let him camera their tryst. to warm up, pandora uses an
amazing variety of dildos and vibrators pulled from apparently
nowhere. when she is sufficiently lubricated, she takes
both men on, ending in a double-penetration and facial,
which covers her face and hair, and which she gleefully
rubs into her cheeks.
draghixa, the cute eurobabe who had such a good scene
in `butt banged bicycle babes,' takes part in a long
and rather bizarre scene that starts out with the voyeur
*almost* getting laid. unfortunately, draghixa's
boyfriend arrives, and leslie retreats into hiding on
the balcony. the rough and rather sleazy-looking boyfriend
rims and fucks her asshole with a leather-clad finger,
then comes on her face. after a plot twist i won't
reveal because it would sound too silly, draghixa mounts
an apparent mob member, culminating an anal reaming and
a nice load of cum on her chest.
needless to say, the voyeur never gets any sex in this film.
(as always, comments are appreciated)
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