114 Minutes Starring Jill Kelly, Asia Carrera, Raylene, Nici Sterling, Missy, Felecia, Mila, Vivienne, Tom Byron, Vince Voyeur, Jake Steed, Eric Price and Billy Glide
Phyco:
Well well well… an enexpected treat from the Hot Rod Blue range of HQ hardcore, a line designed to compliment the Raw series of [dubious] gonzo sets… it’s the usual high-end package from the Hot Rod mob featuring all the famous names in a veritable who’s-who of contemporary posh cock toffee.
Punctuated with abstract footage from the non-porn archives [ie. cheap stock clips] this odd collection of skin scenes goes further than anything we’ve gotten off the Raw range in that a profound sense of filth permeates the whole structure… suprisingly hard for such a polished product. Experienced players provide a smorgasbord of deviant delights in scenes that capture all the splendour of heavy anal [frontside sex is like foam box packing these days], cock worshiping deep throats, fairly complex group routines, rude facials, shoes’n’socks chuckles and a LOT of vocal work…
…add to the mix some sincerely rough smacking, hairpulling, general verbal abuse and trippy prog-electro nonsense on the audio channel and we’ve got a strangely compelling recipe… look out for bum-widening experiments on the kitchen table - nice’an’orrible - alfresco romps boasting 4-ball gobshots, oily spit roasts and trembling DP’s, slave training foot fetish [the nylon variety - not much call for that round here: it’s GOT to be bare foot] and a vox heavy finale that sports a UK accent! Or is it Aussie? Or… god forbid… FAKE?! [“lick my p***y…”… we won’t have words like that on THIS site thankyou]…
All in all a contrived, but pleasantly nasty, result.
“This’ll be the backlash then”
Casper:
It’s not Gonzo and it’s not right, but funnily enough… it’s not shite either!
Classic overproduced U.S. studio porn, but with an edge - and an edge I can sharpen my pencil on.
I don’t care if you say “where’s the rough?”, “where’s the grit?” or “where’s the grain?”, along as I get a “lunchbreak” out of it! And this little beauty was rude - very rude - and that oriental looking bird in the threes-up squealed like a pig - an aural orchestra! a cacophonic masterpiece! and before you knew it… “thar I blew!”.
I say buy it… and I don’t often say that!