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SUBJECT: REVIEW:Pussyman #18
DATE: 30 Aug 1996 08:49:23 GMT
ORGANIZATION: Intercosmic Cabal Project
FOLLOWUP-TO: rec.arts.movies.erotica
Pussyman Auditions #18, David Chistopher
Bad, bad video. Christopher's camera work is the worst I've seen all year.
You know those cheap 'Cops' episodes, where an officer gets out of his car
and runs down a suspect-- and the cameraman runs behind him, his camera
shooting at wild, random angles, catching trees, fences and potholes,
intermittently out of focus, for a couple of blocks?
--- well, that's how bad Christophers ENTIRE video is shot, all the way
through. This never should have been edited; never mind released.
Do not rent this video, unless you are curious about Lil Cinderella. LC
turns in a better-than-average performance, even though Christopher wasn't
ready to shoot it. I have NEVER seen a good Pussyman video, and this is
no exception.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
SCENE ONE
I rented this to see if Lil Cinderella could actually FUCK somebody-- or
if she was going to pull a 'Janine.' for the fourth time in as many
videos. I was pleasently surprised: She does.
LC is a natural blonde tinygirl who will look like a worldly 12-year-old
until she's 30. She's pretty, slim, 4'11", 90 lbs, maybe 21. She can
pose well, but doesn't move gracefully in front of a video camera yet. She
over-acts a little-- she comes across like a distant cousin who's acting
friendly in order to borrow twenty bucks. Nonetheless, her screen
presence is strong-- she's on her way to becoming a Vivid girl soon.
She took on a noname partner in this scene. There's no chemistry here,
and her studmuffin didn't seem to know how to help her pose for the
camera. Nonetheless, LC looked good enough to save the scene for me. She
worked entirely on the floor, which was a real waste-- LC is small and
light enough, that she could have performed in some really unusual
athletic positions. What we get here are cowboys and doggies on the
floor. Chistopher wasted her time and talent.
SCENE TWO
Tanya Hartlay is a died-blonde stripper with polyester tits. She performs
like a teamster with Tom Byron. Average scene.
SCENE THREE
Sally Laid on a couch with Tom Byron. Everybody's favorite big sister has
died her hair black-- but she still knows the drill, and goes trough the
motions better than Lil Cinderella did. Sally's legs are flexible enough
to put her ankles behind her neck if she wants to, but she didn't want to,
here: Once again, Christopher fails to recognize a great posing
opportunity. Sally's scene ends in the only good facial I've seen in a
couple of weeks-- a long, loopy jizzstring lays down at a 30-degree angle
across Sally's jaw, past her left ear, and over her newly-black frizzy
hair.
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