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Subject: [HARD]Casting Call Review
From: [email protected];
Date: 16 May 1996 06:36:07 GMT
Max Hardcore, Casting Call #17
This is a bad tape. It is a waste of your money. Here is why:
*) You get four 17-minute scenes. Only one scene contains a Boy-Girl scene
-- where Max actually penetrates his partner with his infamous wand of
love. The other scenes provide you with lesbians, dildos, and frigging.
*) The box cover gives NO HINT that only one scene will contain the
kind of sexual encounter that Max is known for. This tape is a clear,
no-contest rip-off.
*) ALL the cum shots are BADLY faked. I mean BAD. It looks like
pancake batter, OK?
*) This video is short-- only about 75 minutes. It was billed as a two-hour
tape. Now, I am a forgiving viewer, but thirty minutes of snow is just
too much to overlook.
Max's videos have been mediocre in my opinion since he left Zane
productions. I've noticed that his Casting Call tapes seem to use the
same girls in the same settings as his Hitchhiker tapes-- and often, his
HH tapes provide better versions of Casting Call loops. compare the CC13
and HH13 Paisley Hunter scenes, for instance. In any case, this isn't
really a review-- this is really a warning. CC17 rates below Anal
Destroyer, Ressurection, or any of Max's worst tapes. It's a new record
low for him. Don't rent it.
* * * * * * * * * *
To be complete, here is a brief scene overview:
SCENE ONE: Nikki Brattz; a too-poised 19+ brunette with a shapely young
body. She has only average screen presence. Most action is in the splay-
missionary position-- she strikes revealing poses without moving much, and
is a little too poised to be sincere. Nonetheless, Max provides good
close-ups and decent anal shots. This is an average scene.
SCENE TWO Devon Shore and Little Cinderella in a (yawn) lesbian scene. I
kept thinking Max would jump in, but he never did. Little Cinderella was
a 87-lb blonde carnal delight who never delivered. This is a bad scene.
SCENE THREE: Illiana More frigging herself at Max's house. She looks
like a brunette PE tractor assembler from Hungary. She worked on exactly
the same patio table we can see in Hitchhiker 16 or 17 (??). Not a bad
show, but she's not my type and Max's dick didn't leave his pants. This
is a bad scene.
SCENE FOUR Ashley Shye. Strange, shapely, trailer-trash-pretty, 19+
light-brunette, currently taking business classes at the University of
Mars. Ashley doesn't pose well yet. Max got his fingers wet but didn't
anal her. Her scene ended in the phoniest facial I have ever seen in my
97 years of reviewing videos. Max pretends to climax, while Ashley
burbles about eight ounces of pancake batter out of her mouth and down her
neck. This is a fair beginning for a scene that never took place.
Ashley's worth another look-- I'd like to see her drink three beers and
take on Mark Davis in a Nasty Nymphos video.
This flick was so bad, I stopped in the middle and listened to a Schumann
string quartet CD instead.
Milton Brewster
Created: September 21, 1996 -- 07:15 PM
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