Subject: Review: "Where The Boys Aren't Part2"
From: [email protected] (Brad Williams)
Date: 23 Apr 1995 18:33:53 GMT
Well, my wife got sick of Cameron Grant's "Fantasy Chamber"("this
reminds me of that other guy(Blake)" after the first two scenes, so off
to the closet for some girl-girl action.
Where the Boys Aren't Pt.2.1990.Vivid Video. Dir.Judy Blue(Paul
Thomas???).Barbara Dare,Jamie Summers,Deidre Holland,Cheri Taylor,Kelly
Royce.Non-sex role for Cal Jammer.70minutes.Shot-on-video with the
cheesiest sets imaginable.
Dare,Summers,Holland and Taylor are shipwrecked on an island, with
nothing but a jar of "grape leaves", some bikinis, and some sex
toys(never used,bummer!).Of course, they walk around in the sand
half-nude with high-heels shoes on. The sand *looks* real, but the
"ocean" backdrop will make you howl. Sea-sounds and some
canned-applause are used to really set the mood for ultra-cheap. Good
thing the girls are all very hot looking.
The women have trouble sleeping after Dare does a solo masturbation
scene, so they all masturbate while "asleep". Pretty good start with
everyone *looking* like their having some fun with themselves.
Barbara Dare and Taylor have some personality differences that get
settled very nicely in a hot opening lick. If there's a better
girl-girl performer who always seems very "into it" than Dare, I
haven't seen her yet, and that includes all of Seven's women too.
Taylor doesn't seem to hate the experience either.
Holland(pre boob-job, of course) and Summers slurp it up next, with
Jamie looking very good and very involved. While Holland is quite nice
to look at, Summers does most of the work and the cumming here. Another
fine scene.
The highlight of this entire vid is the Dare/Summers pairing that will
make g/g fans hit the rewind button a few times. They "scissor"
(pussy-to-pussy grinding), by far my personal favorite for any g/g
scene, except for some strap-on scenes. Both are so damn good-looking,
and the camerawork is quite good. Overhead shots and holding-in on the
hot moments are NOT Vivid trademarks at all, but "Blue"(probably PT,
but he never shoots this well so I'm not sure) really does throughout
this flick.
Kely Royce shows-up for some orgy action action with our stranded four,
followed by a group jerk-off in front of some statue(praying to be
rescued). Not bad. A "jungle native" complete with face-paint watches
motionless in the weeds. It turns out to be the late Cal Jammer,
according to the credits.Kind of sad.....
Overall, this movie is slightly below the original, mainly due to some
horrific scenery and about 5seconds of completety unnecessary looping
in most scenes. The scenes are all very hot, why the looping? Sloppy!
The great-looking cast seems to really enjoy the lez-action, and the
sexual heat of the vid was rated "volcanic" by Adam, and I certainly
agree. I give it a 2.75, worth a rental, and if your a big lez fan it's
worth $20-25 for a purchase. I sure miss Barbara Dare, and Deidre's
natural boobs.
Brad
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