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Subject: Dunbar Review #112: No Motive (d. Buck Adams)
From: [email protected] (Jamal Dunbar)
Date: Wed, 10 Jan 1996 20:57:14 UTC
# No Motive
c 3.34 1994 Midnight, Buck Adams,
a Jack Remy (photography), Cash Markman (script)
. Rebecca Wild, Buck Adams
. Dyanna Lauren, Brad Armstrong
. Jane A, Tony Tedeschi
. Nikki Sinn, Stephen St. Croix, Jon Morgan
. Alexis DeVell, Dan Steele
. Brittany O'Connell {p.Rc}, Chase Manhattan {p.M}, Buck Adams
. Asia Carrera, Steve Drake
Plot: A Mid-West girl leaves home for California and finds
herself involve in a highway romance with an escaped killer.
Synopsis:
Opening credits. Exterior shot of a very expensive home--a mansion.
Screams of terror. Flashes of gun fire. Buck exits the front of mansion
and tears off in a Cadillac convertible.
Voice over. Rebecca introduces herself as a bored girl from the midwest
who has made her way to California hitchhiking looking for some excitement.
She's picked up by Buck in his convertible.
After Buck picks up Rebecca they go to a hotel and fuck. It's an OK scene
but I'm not a big fan of Rebecca or Buck for that matter.
Flashback to the mansion at the opening. Now we see that Buck has
answered a personal ad from a wealth couple. Dyanna and Brad want him to
watch--just watch--them fuck. This pisses Buck off so he watches them
fuck, then blows their brains out. It's a pretty decent scene because
Dyanna is so lovely and we get some good views of her body. Thankfully, we
don't see any of the actually violence, but it's strongly implied.
Tony Tedeschi is the local police captain. He's boffing one of his
underlings or something--I don't recall much about the scene. The Feds
(St. Croix and Morgan) come in and tell him their taking over the double
homicide case (Lauren and Armstrong), because the suspect (Buck) is an
escaped Federal prisoner.
The Feds go to a dive bar where Buck used to hang out. The fuck a hooker
in the bar on the pool table and get the information they need. A pretty
good scene, even though Nikki's not my type.
Elsewhere, Buck has answered another personal ad from another wealthy couple.
The cuddly Alexis DeVell has a poolside romp with Dan Steele while Buck
watches. But Dan can't keep it hard, and Adams gets so fed up, he
practices a little coitus interuptus with a .38 revolver. He goes back
to the car where Rebecca has been waiting. She is clueless that another
double homicide has been committed.
Buck answers yet another personal. This time is two rich girls. Brittany
and Chase give him a good fuck. Nice shots of Brittany in the reverse
cowgirl position. Maybe 'cause they fucked him so good, Buck resists his
urge to kill them, and flees the scene. Just after Buck leaves the girls
see bulletin regarding the escaped killer, and realize what a close call
they had.
Buck goes looking for the defense lawyer who let him get sent up the first
time. We find Steve Drake boffing his SO Asia Carrera in a OK scene. Just
as they finish, Buck comes in waving his gun and threating to kill them,
but again he fights his dark impulses and flees.
After a helicopter chase, the cops catch up with Buck and he is brutally
shot to death (pretty good special effects for a porno).
Summary: I thought it was pretty good overall. The visuals are excellent.
(Very clear photagraphy courtesy of Jack Remy). The sex is pretty hot,
there's a real attempt at a story (Cash Markman) and some acting, so I guess
it qualifies as a couple's film, although it is a bit violent.
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