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Subject: Review: Max #8 The Fugitive
From: [email protected] (Herbie_the_Dentist)
Date: Sat, 30 Mar 1996 16:19:16 UTC
Max - The Fugitive #8
Production: 2/12/96 - XPLOR MEDIA/Filmwest Production
Staring: Lovette; Victoria (redhead); Carla Capris (blonde).
Again, high production values, effects, sound (though there were
tracking problems with this copy), again showing that XPLOR is
willing to put some money into these flicks. This is interesting:
why would a company put so much into production costs only to
have the sound and video fucked up by poor reproduction? This
was not a pirate copy. Title within the flick is called "MAX -
Maximum Anal Perversions". Do not confuse this with the World
According to Max (Max World) series.
1) Max is apparently being kidnapped by Francios Clouset (also
listed as his cameraman), driven across LA in a trunk then marched
out, in handcuffs into the desert. He pulls a James Bond escape and
kills the guy in the process. While running away, he runs into
Lovette (I'm getting tired of seeing her all the time) who happens
to be sunning her oversized mellons and playing with herself. This
was filmed last month and the wear and tear of the industry shows
on Lovette. She helps Max out of his handcuffs then asks him to
service her. He eats and fingers her. He screws her on her back.
Then she blows him, or more accurately, he fucks her head. Then
he screws her doggy in an irrigation pond. Then with her doggy, he
anals her in reverse while spreading her pussy (only Max can come
up with these positions). Good camera work. Then a RAC in the
pond. He then goes a2m and jerks off on and in her mouth.
(0:42).
2) Budapest. Max in his hotel room is joined by an ok looking
redhead, Victoria. He applies lipstick and has her blow him with
full splatter cam. She has fine medium tits, thin waist, small round
ass. They screw C, then miss in a chair, he then paints a lipstick
ring around her anus and fingers her ass before he plunges in
(repeat from #7). Good dilation (0:57). Then some doggy views
and he goes back in kind've semi-spoon. Then on her back. Still
well dilated. (1:01), finally doggy, more in and out. The do a
supposed internal anal cum shot from the side. They show the
after-effects which looks cool, but could be faked. One has to
question the camera position during the shot. Max has been doing
a lot of these lately. Could be performance problems. I prefer the
tunnel shots with clear views.
3) Carla and Max again. (see Hitchiker #14). At the new house
with the pool table and bar. She is trashy and sounds like she is
mildly retarded or severely drunk (my guess is that she is mentally
deficient). She also needs braces badly. They play the old, "hey,
you fucked my little sister" story. She makes Max show her what
he did with her sister Claudia. She blows him in a deep throat
special with splatter cam. He screws her RC, then fingers her pussy
and ass and pulls her open wide. Screws her some more, fingers
her ass the old fashion stretch, then anals her on her back, she is
a pucker-person, no good dilation. She moans and screams like
Marge Simpson with a sore throat, very annoying. He skull fucks
her again and jerks off a few drops into her mouth, surpisingly
small amount for Max. He must've been tapped out.
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