Newsgroups: alt.sex.movies Subject: Review: En Garde From: [email protected] (Sleepless in Seattle) Date: Thu, 21 Dec 1995 20:28:55 UTC Prolog - I started out to find a movie with some variety and with my type of women as the stars. Following my successful viewing of Lust Runner, I though maybe Jim Enright might be a good choice for director. So, I found one and thought I had it made. The right cast and the potential for a small story to go with it. I was wrong, read on to find out why. - En Garde - 1993 - Dreamland - Jim Enright Director Starring - Serenity as Ariana Adoree, Tiffany Mynx as Constance Ponds, Melanie Moore and Leonie Black, Crystal Wilder as Miss Peacemeal, Sahara as Mara Bridgemont, Guys - Terry Thomas as Senator Sutton, Peter North as Shawn Reece, TT Boy as John Stewart the "Director", Jake Williams as Congressman Hammond (non-sex role), and Jim Enright as Andrew (non-sex role) as The Director's faithful butler. Catering - Nicole London ( no; REALLY!) Plot - A gang of women set out to control the country through the use of sex and mind control. Our "hero" secret service agent Shawn Reece is out to save us under the calm leadership of John Stewart his "director". Scene List Miss Peacemeal and Senator Sutton Leonie Black, Constance Ponds, and Ariana Adoree Mara Bridgemont and Shawn Reece Leonie Black and John Stewart Mara Bridgemont and Ariana Adoree Rating for those who don't want to wait: 1.0 This movie could easily have been called Beautiful Blondes Butts Bamboozle Bureaucrats. It had everything it needed to be a hit in my book with Crystal Wilder, Tiffany Mynx, and Melanie Moore involved and the potential for some new (to me) talent in the form of the pretty if not beautiful Serenity and the interesting Sahara. It also had a very good silly-cone factor, 60% silly-cone free. With Serenity listed as the star, I found it interesting that Sahara got more, better, scenes. Apparently the editor found out the film was going south and tried to save it. He failed. Peter North proved that, given some training he could be a passable B movie actor and Crystal at least spoke her words without falling over them. As for the rest, TT Boy proved he should keep his mouth shut and Serenity proved she should remain a dancer, hooker, or whatever, because her sex scenes were so bad I never want to have to watch another. The delectable Mynx was wasted in her only scene but I won't hold that against her, and Melanie Moore who's claim to fame in her own words is her love of anal sex, was likewise wasted though she appeared more often. The scenes in brief, because they weren't much to talk about, follow. Crystal turned in her usual totally involved performance the her significant other Terry Thomas in the first scene. She seems to be more into it when she's with him and that is probably because there are personal feelings involved. I knew the movie was bad when the closest CW got to being anally impaled was two of Terry's fingers up her butt. She did an interesting cowgirl face fuck and a vigorous RC but, without any quality camera work, this was wasted. He pops on her face and she cleans him up well with her tongue. The G/G/G scene with Serenity, Mynx, and Melanie was bland to poor. No heat at all and a waste of these ladies lovely behinds. Bad camera angles, no heat, like I said, a waste. Sahara is an interesting entity. For those who have never seen her she is a tallish lady with nice, natural, tits and apparently, a love of dolphins as she has one tattooed on her pubic area and wore one on a necklace. Her face is plainish with a nose made to look bigger because her hair was pulled back throughout the flick. She has a flat butt, no shape to it in clothes, but it wasn't unpleasant to look at. Not an ugly girl certainly but an acquired taste. Anyway, she must of had a thing with the cameraman because she alone got good full length body shots longer than two seconds in duration. Her scene with our man Peter was OK. She had plenty of suction on the blow job and took all of Pete from an over the top position. From there she dry mounted him for a nice RC where the long shot makes her look real good. They turn doggy and he pops on her butt. TT Boy and Melanie Moore, who can be a real wild ride, are next. She deep throats him while fingering herself, turns doggy and fingers some more before having her ass and pussy slapped quite loudly if not hard. TT mounts her doggy and pulls her hair while he fucks her. She turns cowgirl and then jumps off so he can pop a good load (well good for our lad TT) on her face but mostly on the rug. The final scene is a short Sahara / Serenity scene of which I can remember nothing and I have no notes at all. Serenity is blonde with a pretty face and a nice ass that she never used well. She appears to prefer ladies as that's all she really did though she implied some male action. Her tits could have seriously injured someone had she ran into them or fallen on them. She should have used them instead of the foil in the last scene. Ah well There was a great chance for Peter and Mynx to go at it. They end up alone in a bathroom at the "mansion" of TT boy but just look at each other meaningfully in the mirror in spite of the fact Pete's supposed to be a sex slave at this point. I suppose the reason is he's "Serenity's" sex slave. But, looking at her and Mynx, it's a no contest; Mynx is the winner. That's really the story here. Great possibilities and talent wasted. A story that could have been done in spite of the low talent level, and a director who spent too much time in the movie itself to do a good job. The movie ends with Serenity being killed in a fencing contest. I hope it was the end of here career because she was breathing air another woman could have been breathing better in this film. One other note of note as it were. Nicole London was credited as providing the catering for the film my guess is she went out for pizza. In any case, she would have been a better star than Serenity. Once again, a miscasting by Mr. Enright. I hope that I am correct in my assessment of the gradual improvement of Mr. Enright's directorial abilities as seen in Lust Runner. This film being two year older I should have guessed it would have been a dog. But, the cast made me give it a shot. Don't you make the same mistake. As I said. 1.0 on the Imperial scale and only that because of the world class asses of Ms Wilder, Ms Mynx, and Ms Moore and the willingness (if less than enthusiastic) Sahara. Standard personal information about MOI and a disclaimer follows. 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