From: [email protected] (Frank) Newsgroups: alt.sex.movies Subject: REVIEW : THE FACE Date: Tue, 26 Nov 1996 03:24:50 GMT Wow! My first review after a years worth of lurking. Impressive, huh? Well, maybe not. A little bio info, just so you'll know a little about my tastes (or lack thereof). Four words: Max Hardcore is King. Says it all for me. There are others that are definitely good, but as was said by another ASM regular once upon a time, I'm never bored by Max. In a word: Raincoater. Now you know where I'm comin' from. On with the review. Movie: The Face Director: Anthony Spinelli Actresses: Sarah Jane Hamilton Kaitlyn Ashley (with silicone sacks) Kelly Royce Selina Jasper Nikki Sinn Actors: Jon Dough Johnathan Morgan Alex Sanders Scenes: 1. SJ Hamilton Jon Dough 2. Kaitlyn Ashley Johnathan Morgan A little bit of Jon Dough 3. Kelly Royce Johnathan Morgan 4. Kaitlyn Ashley Jasper Selina Jon Dough 5. Nikki Sinn Alex Sanders The Plot: Huh? Didn�t you read my bio notes? Overall Rating: Average. Lotsa wasted potential (What�s new?) Scene 1: J. Dough and Sarah Jane: He's kept her waiting two hours, she's pissed off, blah, blah, blah. She delivers a good BJ, eye-contact, spitting, etc. They manuever into what I think is called a cowboy position and she goes to town. Time for missionary. She's supposedly so excited she can't stand it anymore and gives him a "time-out" signal (football style). Dough, strokin' away, deadpans: "This isn't a Football game' and keeps right on poundin'. SJH started making these wierd noises, kinda like a barking. they were somehow familar to me, but I couldn't place them. Then, SHAZAM! it hit me: She sounded just like a Zebra! No shit! Like when they're in rut and the stallions duke it out. Or maybe when they're being pulled down by the lionesses. Same noises, seriously. Been watching too many nature shows, I guess (or maybe too much porno) Back to the review: He ends up spewing all over the place, a good bit on her face. Sarah Jane goes for the P2M but Jon, holding her hair, pulls her head away. What the Hell was he thinking? Scene 1 Summation:: Average to good: Nice BJ, good facial, SJ Hamilton's definitely nice to look at. Scene 2. Kaitlyn Ashley does a bit of a BJ on lucky Jon. He takes off and she and Mr. Morgan begin the nasty. Listen, when Kaitlyn Ashley gives a BJ, the camera should be on HER face, not the guys face. That should be taught in Smut Directing 101! What a waste of damn fine talent! Two seconds of KA's tongue in action's worth more than all the Johnathan Morgan footage ever filmed! What's insane is that something that obvious should ever have to be told to someone! Anyway, we see far too little of KA's considerable fellatio ability here, and far too much of JM's contorted face. Darn. She does the cowboy thing while he's seated on the couch. She moves well, of course. She takes his place on the couch and he proceeds to spank her monkey. We're treated to a P2M cumshot, filmed at a good angle (won't try to describe it). JM bastes her outstretched tongue then sticks his dick in her mouth. She really starts to get a vaccum going then BOOM! Fadeout! What the Hell's wrong with these people? That one coulda been a contender! Scene 2 Summation: Wasted Opportunity. Good P2M, but cut short. 3. Scene 3: Kelly Royce and Johnathan Morgan, again. Scene 3 Summation: This scene mighta done something for me at age 16, but now, as a thirty-something jaded sicko, it just puts me to sleep (ie, keep the remote handy for this one) 4. Scene 4: Jon Dough & Kaitlyn Ashley, Jasper, and some Brunette with fake ones (Selina?) This scene was pretty disjointed. There was some looping as well. Some highlights: A. Jasper with 2 fingers up the Brunette�s poon B. JD comes on Jaspers thigh. KA can be seen in background munchin� on the Brunette. KA notices JDF�s convulsions, or something, then leans over and starts to lick some of the goop up. And BOOM, another fade! I give up! C. Later in the same scene JD blows yet again. KA and tongue are, of course, right there, and for some unknown reason, she�s giggling. She gets serious and begins to chew the goo and then, once again, BOOM, fade out. Scene 4 Summation: Mr. Spinelli, I can�t speak to everyones tastes, but as far as I�m concerned, you blew it on this. Coulda been some Grade-A Kaitlyn Ashley cum-shots, but no! Look, if you wanna save film cut out some of the dizzy between the scenes dialogs. Don't cut into KA's screen time. 5. Final Scene: Nikki Sinn & Alex Sanders Standard (read *intense*) Nikki Sinn BJ. Biting of dingus, a little face-fucking, some drool, lotsa eye contact. Downhill from there. AS dumps a load on her poon. Wow. Scene 5 Summation: Why bother? Well, the BJ was good. In conclusion, an average vid. Can�t really see much of a reason to rent this one. With a coupla exceptions I�ve seen all of these actresses in much better form. The exceptions: Kelly Royceand Selina whom I�ve not seen in any other vids. More reviews to come (I hope). Hope to review a few Max vids. I know how much that thrills many of you, since Max and his methods are so well liked in this group. (lame attempt at sarcasm, there). E mail or post with comments Two Legs [email protected]
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