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Newsgroups: alt.sex.movies,rec.arts.movies.erotica
Subject: REVIEW:Shane's world
Date: 22 Jul 1996 22:43:42 GMT
Do not rent this movie. It is a 100-minute dog.
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BOTTOM LINE:
"Shane's World" is "Buttman" without the sex.
The video is 110 minutes long and isn't broken into identifiable scenes.
You get ten minutes of an average Kaitlyn Ashley fuck; three minutes
of Clarissa Savage doing even less; and ten minutes of Shane and Peter
North attempting to commit coitus, but mostly just jiggling a lot.
You get about 90 minutes of three stuck-up bisexual California blondes
shaking plastic tits in your face. It goes on *forever*.
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NOTES:
Shane created a lot of on-screen chemistry in her 'Seymore Butts' flicks.
This video doesn't work, because Shane believed her press clippings and
made a video that depended completely on her "chemistry" to hold our
attention. Without a good shooting plan in place, Shane comes across as
friendly, a *very* shallow tease, and immensely stuck up. I was really
turned off.
A good measure of a movie is how many coital positions it includes.
Pro-Am videos provide 20 to 30 different positions, with an average
of two minutes per position-- even 'Leisure Time' videos provide this.
A good dramatic video might provide around 15 to 20 positions for our
viewing entertainment.
"Shane's World" provided ten brief positions, mostly held for 20 seconds
or so, and two poor facials. It takes 24 minutes before you see the first
fuck. Not my money's worth. What was Shane thinking??
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A WORD ON SHOOTING TECHNIQUE
It is hard to shoot tape in a Winnebago. The tight quarters limits poses
and forces the camera to shoot from angles which are not flattering to
performers, who are doing their best. The Cameraman did as well as
he could. Your problem was choosing to shoot so much tape in the
Winnebago in the first place. Your bigger problem, was choosing to
*not* fuck very much in a porn tape.
The editing was very good-- but often misplaced. This video includes
lots of hotshot artistic effects and unfunny titles that add nothing to
the action. Pornographers don't have any artistic sense and not much
of a sense of humor-- they shouldn't try to fake it. Keep the editor; but
give him something to do in your next video.
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A WORD OF ADVICE
We rent your videos to see you fuck, Shane. After this video, you will
have to throw a truely *historic* fuck to hold onto your fans.
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