(Compilation), A Dirty Cum-Sucking Whore Named Francesca Le,
Anabolic
Anabolic must really be pissed with Francesca Le. My evidence:
*) The title is terrible, and tears a gaping whole in FL's innocent-
yet- sexually greedy feminine on-screen personna.
*) Most scenes on this tape include out-takes that present FL in a
very unflattering light. In one scene; she jokingly encourages two
studs with her to blow each other before they do her-- not appetizing
for the homophobes in her audience. In another scene, she jokes about
taking advantage of her fellow performers to produce a video on the
cheap and drinking piss during the video ("... its only WATER..."),
before doing an anal scene: Kinky to some, but most viewers would
be distracted and would watch FL with an odd taste in heir mouths
after hearing her brief piss-brag. Other short out takes are also
carefully unflattering.
* * * * * * *
This video is a compilation of Francesca Le's Anabolic work-- her
sensual yet nasty work with Rex Borsky and her elegant Vivid (?) work
are not here. Her Anabolic work is fine, though-- FL performed in
some fine Anabolic loops.
HERE IS WHAT YOU GET:
You get six scenes: A foursome; two scenes from 'Pure Filth'; her
loop from Nasty Nymphos #3; her G/G loop from Nasty Girls #5; and
part of her scene from GangBang Girl #13. Scenes range from 16 to
about 25 minutes long. Anal is present, but is incidental in most
scenes. Camera work is usually good, but does not include enough
gyn shots-- one of FL's best features.
SCENE ONE: FL and Mark Wallice; Misty Rain and Mortimer Snerd. Shot
outside, probably in Joshua Tree National Forest; I kept expecting
Roy Rogers to come riding around one of those soft desert boulders
chasing outlaws. This is a well-performed, decently shot, but
uninspired scene. Few gyn shots. Misty just about upstages FL. Ends
in a weak cumshot, which Misty takes, and then shares with FL as they
kiss.
SCENE TWO: From 'Pure Filth'. Bedroom scene with Marc Wallace.
This is vigorous and well posed. They move through four normal
horizontal positions-- FL looks good splay-legged. One or two brief
close-ups. Ends in a 2 1/2 squirt chest-facial.
SCENE THREE: Nasty Nymphos #3. FL and Tom Byron go to work on a
striped couch. Includes two-finger hole stretching. They work
through five or six positions. Lots of friendly chemistry but no
heat between FL and Byron.
SCENE FOUR: Nasty Girls #5, G/G, with Vixxen, by a pool. Lazy,
intense posing action and toys, but nothing outstanding-- I skipped
through most of this scene. Vixxen was also lovely. An out-take
makes it very clear that FL was faking her emotional involvement with
Vixxen during the whole shoot. Too bad-- it was swell up to that
point.
SCENE FIVE: 'Pure Filth' again. This is a quasi-romantic scene with
Randy West and (I think) Tony Montana. Typical three-some. An out-
take shows FL's disinterest with Randy and Tony, in contrast to the
warm romantic scene they are filming.
SCENE SIX: seventeen minutes of 'Gangbang Girl #13'. This scene
was cut to pieces in order to emphasize a ho-hum ten-guy facial.
Camera angles were not selected to flatter FL, but she looked good
anyway. I am curious now, to see the real Anabolic tape, and also
why this scene was edited so badly.
This scene included six minutes of a ridiculous Keystone-Cop chase;
only six minutes of real action; and then went on to spend its final
six minutes on a forgettable facial. During that final six minutes;
I watched five minutes of strong masculine hands frantically jacking
off tired dicks; punctuated by five seconds of climactic facial
squirting here: seven seconds there-- for maybe forty seconds total.
Very, very boring if you're a heterosexual.
* * * * * * * * *
Why rent this movie on the basis of the mediocre scenes I describe?
Because Francesca Le is hot, and bad editing can't destroy her
performances. For sheer on-screen presence and sexual chemistry, FL
probably hasn't been matched by more than a dozen other performers
in the industry over the last ten years. If you like FL, this video
is a treat: Each scene reveals enough of Francesca to work in its
own way.
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