The Director suggested I submit future reviews/articles in r.a.m.e., so
I might as well start now. In order to save time in typing, I am just
attaching a file containing my review of the adult film: SIZZLE
[MOD: Could you please simply Cut and Paste the text of the review into the
message next time. By attaching it you get all those multi-part MIME
headers which makes it harder to read - Peter]
TITLE: SIZZLE
PROD. CO.: PLUM
RELEASE DATE: 1990
DIRECTOR: ALBERT SPINELLI
CAST: RAVEN, TOM BYRON, ALICYN STERLING, JOEY SILVERA,
and Others
REVIEWER: RADO
RATING: 1.00/4.00
REVIEW:
This is one pretty lame adult video to be called Sizzle. It is
anything but sizzling. Camera work and editing is horrendous. The setups and situations are very
predictable, repeatative and dragging. Not to mention some of the cast themselves.
Tom Byron is a rock star(complete with guitar, ear rings and all)
who's very bored about his hectic lifestyle. He starts the film by mouthing off his gripes about
his career and all that shit. In his monologues, he is frequently having a vision of a desirable
woman--played by Raven. She seems to taunt him that he can't have her even if he's a rock star and
all. Indeed, he can't have her. For when Tom comes near to touch her, Raven disappears. He is very
frustrated.
Alicyn Sterling is a fan who visits the rock star inside his dressing room. After an idle chit-chat, the two proceeds to show their appreciation for each other. The sex scene is devoid of
continuity and heat. Alicyn starts to suck his cock and suddenly we just see her stradling him on
the couch. Her enthusiasm and moanings doesn't help much to improve the scene.
Joey Silvera is Tom's manager who continuiously gives him advice. An old man enters the
dressing room to ask for Tom's autograph to which he obliges. After the old man
leaves, Joey lets in two girls. Another fans. Each having a partner, the guys immediately go to work. The very ugly one (and I mean, really u-g-l-y) goes to Joey Silvera while the not-so-ugly one goes to Tom Byron
(Jeesh, why did they have to include these two in the biz. The very ugly one doesn't even have a
beautiful body, at least). Fast-forward for this scene.
Tom finds himself in a bedroom with Raven lying on the bed. He can't believe his luck. He
can finally screw his dream girl. But no, Raven refuses his initial advances firmly. Besides, there's
another girl lying on the bed with Raven. It's the not-so-ugly one that was paired with Tom from
the previous scene. Tom leaves the two, with his pants on and again, very angry and frustrated. A
very tame girl/girl scene develops. No heat. Both just lies there while being boringly licked. The
licking session of each girl are very very long and without enthusiasm. Scene ends in a 69.
Again, Tom finds himself in the same bedroom with Raven lying on the bed. Surely he can
fuck the living hell out of her now. Sorry to disappoint, but Joey enters and goes straight to a very
much willing and smiling Raven. Rebuffed, Tom curses his manager and goes out. The two
proceeds to show us a slow and boring screwing session. Loopings are very evident in this scene.
Very annoying. The scene ends with a doggie-style and with Joey supposedly cumming inside
Raven's. Hah.
Tom and Joey meets in the dressing room. Tom, very angry, throws a tantrum. Joey
restraints and gives him a mini lecture. The two leaves the room with Tom lookin
g back into the couch to see Raven smiling maliciously at him. Then, she disappears. End.
Sizzle leaves me cold. Terrible utilization of the beauties--Raven
and Alicyn Sterling. Especially Ms. Sterling. She could have put out more heat in her scene had
the director did his job well. Her scene was edited to the point of being mangled. Too bad. Ms.
Sterling is one very hot tamale (as proven in her later films).
Sizzle did burn hot. It burned my pocket. :- (
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