Date sent: Sun, 27 Apr 1997 23:16:27 -0400 (EDT) From: Joey Markham ([email protected]) Subject: REVIEW: "The Naked Fugitive" THE NAKED FUGITIVE director: Michael Zen. Caballero, 1995. running time: 70 minutes. starring: Rebecca Lord, Patricia Kennedy, Tammi Ann, Marine Cartier, Tony Tedeschi, Mark Davis, Vince Voyeur, Warren Scott. introducing: Madelyn Knight. rating: 7.5 out of 10 stars (or Imperial rating: 2.75 / 4.00) Tony Tedeschi plays a thief on the run who finds himself at a nudist camp, called Planet Earth, when his car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. Tony's stolen a huge valuable diamond from some place called The Diamond Exchange and, in an act of desperation, ends up having to sit on it (stuffing it where the sun doesn't shine) when camp director Mark Davis shows up to see if he's settled in ok (where else would he be able to hide it? It was either that or swallowing it and just from the size of the diamond, he wouldn't even be able to fit it into his mouth - then, what about where he DID fit it?? Ok, that's the cheesy part). Along the way, and while having to hide out from cop Vince Voyeur who checks out the camp, Tony is befriended by Patricia Kennedy who eventually finds the diamond and helps him out by stuffing it up HER butt (later to be found by Vince - who decides to drop all charges because he can't find any fingerprints on it - and the diamond also 'happens' to be as clean as a whistle: er.. don't ask. That's another cheesy part of it all). So, all's well and ends well for Tony and Patricia, who celebrate by getting married. (Scene 1): Marine Cartier, Warren Scott Marine and Warren play a couple of nudists whom Tony spies on upon walking through the woods. Marine's a plain looking Eurogirl with small boobs, an aquiline nose and a mane of long dark hair. Warren starts off by tasting her pussy and digging a few fingers deep inside of her. She likes that a lot and whimpers "Comme ca", "Ah, oui!", and other French words. She gives him a ho-hum blowjob in return then he slips on a condom and they fuck missionary and doggy styles. She gets a brief anal then a cumshot in the crack of her ass. (Scene 2): Rebecca Lord, Mark Davis Mark takes some time out from camp directing by doing a little muff munching instead, on nudist Rebecca Lord. She's an attractive Eurobabe herself, with a nice set of natural breasts, long dark hair, and an aquiline nose as well (but looks nothing like Marine; Lord's prettier). They do the usual orals then condom-clad Davis dives into her pussy as they do it in the stand-up doggie position. Then he grabs one leg and lifts it up, sort of twisting her body sideways. A mish follows with a cumshot on her chest. (Scene 3): Patricia Kennedy, Tony Tedeschi Patricia and Tony usually work well together in their scenes (maybe that's why they do it with eachother so often) and this is no exception; Tony really looks driven to please Pat and their rugged facial expressions suggest they love it rough and raw. Tony pulls her hair a bit, slaps her face twice, and has her screaming through clenched teeth. This girl loves it! Tony is also condom-clad but ends up shooting loads across her mouth, which she eagerly sticks her tongue out to catch (but the tongue-pierce is gone here). Patricia gets worked up quite well here and her animalistic ways are evident: this girl loves rough sex and facials (and has gotten into anals and double penetrations over the years) that she deserves to be the center of attention of a wild gangbang. Send this girl to Anabolic immediately! (Scene 4): Tammi Ann, Madelyn Knight Both girls play strippers who take a little vacation from work. They look very pretty, but for those of you who hate g/g scenes, this will mean time to fast-forward. For those who will continue watching, these girls put on a semi-decent show (but how much variety can you have with only two girls going at eachother?). Thankfully they have some watermelon handy and Tammi makes use of it, squishing some all over Madelyn's pussy and later rubbing portions of the fruit on her own face and squeezing excess juice onto her smooth body. The beast within Tammi Ann slightly comes out to play, but a highlight or point of climax is never reached. Also, there was one segment that looked as if it was of "shot on film" genre (the quality improved for a few moments then went back to its original stage - not that the current quality was grainy or anything, it's already excellent). (Scene 5): Patricia Kennedy, Vince Voyeur These two start getting it on right near the end of the Tammi/Madelyn pairing. What can I say.. Tammi should have had her dosage of dick by joining Pat and Vin, for what would have been a blistering threeway. Alas, she doesn't but this is still a hot enough scene (which is also the only scene with nary a condom in sight). After an enthusiastic blowjob, Pat receives a so-so oral in return then Vince takes the plunge by doing her in missionary and doggy-anal positions (and near the end of it, he pulls out in pain and out comes the diamond - which kind of brings the heat level down a tad.. sigh). Anyway, they cut back to Vince cumming all over Pat's tongue as he continues lightly slapping it with his still semi-hard cock. The storyline's fit for a one-day wonder production but the sex was nicely shot and hot in spots (mainly Patricia's two bouts). Marine didn't do anything for me, even though she's not the most aloof performer I've ever seen, Rebecca was decent, and the g/g scene was a waste of resources (especially Tammi Ann). Rent this tape mainly if you're a Patricia Kennedy fan. Tammi's also nice, that's only if you don't mind g/g scenes. The quality was excellent and videography and editing decent. Director Michael could have worked with a much stronger script, but still this tape comes up close on the list of the 'better' smaller productions cranked out by the dozens, by the week. And Zen some. Joey Markham [email protected]
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