From alt.sex.movies Mon Apr 24 11:22:26 1995
Subject: REVIEW: "Wise Ass!"
From: [email protected] (Jo E.)
Date: 4 Jun 1995 16:42:37 -0500
Status: RO
WISE ASS!
director: Eric Edwards, 1990. Factory Home Video
cast: Chessie Moore, Brittany, Susan Vegas, Gidgette, Rene Summers,
Kristarrah Knight, Tom Byron, Ray Victory, Steve Vegas.
Sex scenes:
1. Kristarrah Knight + Rene Summers.
2. Chessie Moore + Ray Victory.
3. Susan Vegas + Steve Vegas; Chessie Moore joins in.
4. Susan Vegas, Gidgette + Tom Byron.
5. Brittany, Ray Victory + Steve Vegas.
Ray Victory plays an anal specialist who runs a bogus clinic that
teaches people about the joys of anal sex. Kristarrah and Rene are sitting
around at home one day and watch a commercial about it that gets them turned
on and voila - our first (and only) g/g scene that is mere filler and doesn't
really do anything to excite us on what's up ahead.
Eric Edwards has a cameo appearance as a patient whose life seems to
have changed for the better after having seen the doctor and after he leaves,
Chessie (the nurse/assistant) and Ray take a break by bumping cunnies in a
nasty scene that has Chessie twisted like a pretzel as Ray proceeds with deep
anal penetration.
Brittany and Ray are new recruits among Ray's humble abode and as
they speak to the good ol' doc, Chessie treats two other patients, Susan and
Steve, to another anal experience that later has Susan strapping on a dildo
and fucking Steve. Poor Steve seems to be having a wood problem, you can
easily tell it's not him having sex with both ladies.
Brittany and Tom spend a few days at the clinic and when Tom wades
by a pool, Susan and Gidgette, a girl working at the clinic, pop over and
give him plainly forgettable pool sex. He doesn't fuck either girl in the
ass (perhaps he was Steve's stunt dick in the previous scene) and this was
a waste of what could have been an interesting scene, had anal sex been
thrown in (after all, they are at an anal clinic).
Brittany gets together with the doc again and they start to fool
around. Steve's in the room too and joins them. Ray fucks Brittany anally
and all Steve gets is a blowjob (wood problem again Steve?).
In the end, Brittany, Susan, Tom and Steve run out of the clinic,
deciding Ray to be nothing other than a con-artist running some bogus clinic
(didn't I already say this in the first paragraph)? End of movie.
The sex is nasty at times and at other times plain boring. Not as
much anal as I expected and I suppose I would recommend this movie if you
like Chessie Moore.. but that's about it.
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