Whoreo; Paisley Hunter; directed by Al Borda.
Paisley Hunter is a smokey-cool cross between a Vogue model and an
underfed street urchin. She's maybe 5'4", a very young19+, slim 95-lb
brunette. She walks on camera with slightly crossed expressive eyes; an
elegant sophisticated face, long, graceful, almost curacious legs, and a
magnetic, photogenic, prehensile pussy. On camera, she moves with the
rangey grace of a cougar in heat. She is a definite hit, with as much
sexual screen presence as Tammy Ann, Vanessa Chase or even Ginger Lynn--
but catch her fast: She's also the type who hits the industry for five
tapes and then is gone forever.
Paisley is particularly good in close-ups. She has an elegant cool face
and a strong sensual mouth. Because she is so slim, her pussy just
naturally finds daylight and flashes pink whenever her knees are more than
12 inches apart. Her smokey eyes can be incredibly expressive when she
lets herself get a little greedy.
"Whoreo" is the reason that I rent bad movies. I looked for Paisley at my
local video store for five weeks, after I saw her wasted and abused in
Casting Couch #13-- I found her listed in a Rex Borsky collection, but she
didn't appear. I had walked past "Whoreo" for six weeks, because the
title was stupid; the cover art was bad; the copy was worse-- I thought
the flick was too bad even for me. Desperate, I finally picked it up.
Boy, was I was mistaken. Al Borda didn't invest more than a six-pack of
TDK tape in this flick, but he got lucky with Paisley.
HERE IS WHAT YOU GET:
Four loops, around 25 minutes each. Only loops three and four show M-F
action, but they present about 22 minutes of real coital chemistry. The
last scene is a mini-gangbang with a great DP and an elegant facial.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Scene 1: Paisley plays with herself, on an outside deck. Interminably
long static camera set-ups, but Paisley has the screen presence to hold my
attention. This was a sloppy scene, with audible direction from the
director.
Scene 2: Paisley plays with Misty Rain on a bed. The girls use some
interesting bars fastened over the bed, which help them assume some
interesting positions. They didn't make much use of them, however. The
girls were friendly but not hot.
Scene 3: Paisley plays with Sean Michaels in a dining room. Sean does a
good job positioning Paisley's ass and legs for the camera. Paisley gives
subtle, slow, smouldering, cool, elegant head. Her performance looks very
"natural" to me-- like she hadn't learned any of the usual Performer
moves when she made this movie. She looks at Sean's dick like she'd never
seen one before.
Sean lifts Paisley's right leg onto the dining room table. Paisley's ass
finds sunlight and shows pink just as Sean begins to deliver some tasty
doggie 'poke' shots. A few more basic positions, and Sean moves into a
well-shot above average anal scene. Paisley comes across like friendly
smoked ice through the whole scene. Ends in a (maybe) ass-to-mouth and a
seven-drop facial.
Scene 4: Paisley plays with Julian St. Jox, Mr. Marcos and Jake Steed.
This is a pretty good mini-gangbang. PH enjoys herself but doesn't work
very hard. The guys move to a terrific double penetration scene-- her
pelvic cradle seems to shift to make room for two dicks like her pussy was
especially designed for this scene. The loop ends in a gang facial, with
Jake delivering a fine loopy four-squirt skooge, hitting her eye.
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