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From: [email protected] (Brad Williams)
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Subject: Review: Where the Boys Aren't
Date: 24 Mar 1995 19:11:13 GMT
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Yeah,yeah, I know it's real old but I just couldn't stand to see Randy
West or Joey Silvera fuck for the millionth time. Newcomers like Gerry
Pike are even worse. This household is also *big fans* of g/g action.
Recent flame-throwing by me aside, I wasn't in a nasty enough mood for
Bruce Seven.
Enough rambling, here's the dope:
Where the Boys Aren't.1989.Vivid. Dir.Judy Blue. Tori(not Tory as
Vivid's spelling is rotten as usual)Welles, Barbara Dare, Summer Rose,
April West, a fairly unattractive woman whose name I missed(hereafter
referred to as UG), and non-sex roles for Paul Thomas and Joey Silvera.
This is obviously an all-girl flick, shot pretty well by Blue. The
"plot" is that Silvera and Thomas are making a porn film and none of the
guys show-up, so the girls entertain each other. Plenty of insider
humor, with Ron Jeremy and Jerry Butler getting really raked over the
coals by the females. A satirical statement by Thomas, "I hate g/g, I
think it's stupid" may not be a joke if you look at how poorly he shoots
lez.
Barbara Dare and Tori have some lez action on a barber stool, with some
light vibrator action. Decent enough, though nobody cums or fakes it.
3-way with Welles, Dare, and UG. Pretty hot stuff, light anal, better
faking of orgasm by all.
Summer Rose and UG. Rose is looking very *hot*, and very young, too.
Good scene, marred by the harsh paleness of UG.
Rose and April West on a diving board, in a pool, and then a whirlpool.
Very *hot*, both appear to enjoy themselves thoroughly. Well-shot
scene,too, Blue knows how to hold on the hot-shots a lot better than
Thomas.West has always been one of my all-time faves, and she looks
terrific throughout this flick. Good tit-to-clit action followed by the
girls grinding pelvises facing each other.
Rose, Welles, and Dare in a good 3-way back inside the Vivid house. More
vibrator action, though this scene is a let-down after the previous
pairing. Mumbo-jumbo from Thomas and Silvera, more Butler insults.
Dare and West have the best scene of the movie at the end. Really hot as
hell with a well-shot Dare orgasm complete with arching backs and pelvic
thrusts. Double-headed dildo action finishes it off. Dare and West have
done some really good g/g action in the past("True Love" especially),
but this is their crowning moment. One of the best g/g scenes I've ever
seen, and I've seen hundreds of 'em.
Adam gave this 3stars and a "hot" rating. I'd give it a "volcanic" by
their standards. The sound is horrible throughout in regards to hearing
what the cast is saying, but the soundtrack of music is very good
because you don't notice it:) The editing and camerawork are both well
done, especially the angles and holding-on to the best moments. No super
up-close ob/gyn shots. By the tough Imperator standards, I'd give this
fine flick a 2.6, definitely worth a rental.
By my standards, I'd give it a 5.0 because my wife really liked it :)
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."