111 Minutes Starring Christine, Silvia, Stella, Claudia, Estelle, Gabriella, Sharon, Anita, Zuza, Brigit, Zamaha Zamare, Frank Gun, Hacan Serbes and Nacho Vidal
Phyco:
A most interesting case… where do I begin?
Well… “Watch out Rocco!” screams the strap-line for a start… but what exactly should he be watching out for? Surely nobody’s suggesting that this curious “Vidal” character is in any way a threat to the undisputed crowned king of cockery - or could in any way be seriously competing with - the mighty Rocco for truly legendary woodworks? There’s no comparison… it’s a one horse race…
Now there’s no doubt I’ve been distracted of late by the Anabolic angle - but I will say that at no point have I EVER brought into question the god like majesty of The Siffredi… so to suggest that… that he could be… that… well really…
Nacho just ain’t got that ol’ magic Rocco got…
There were perhaps two solitary instances [both sincerely sensitive celebrations of podgy bonnets] throughout my entire watching of this monster-of-a-man at work that my mind calmed, and I thought not of panning the slag with an anvil… He drive’s me fucking POTTY! What is it with his attitude? I know - I know - I can see where it’s at - he’s a “hard balling power player” that “puts ‘em through the paces in the ultimate test of stamina and emotional strength”, it’s “tongue-in-cheek rough house” etc… but… it’s a joke! The cunt won’t let up for a second! It give’s me anxiety just watching him… [having said that - his ab’s are enviable and his truncheon is… well… it’s incredible…] those outrageous screaming/facial fits that accompany his oat-sowings consistently raise the eyebrows of the eastern-block girls [who are all lovely incidently] in play so that we identify with their misplaced diffusing amusements rather than the critical facts of the moment…
Now some readers have given me grief in the past for what appears to be an “essentially mysoginist - sinister celebration of the objectification and degradation of women” to which I say… ONE: I like “girls” not “women” in me jacking-batter and TWO: It’s not the idea of dominating the girls that makes the hard-sets so appealing - it’s the intensity of the sex between the players… I mean it’s not like we’re dealing with “love making” here aye - it is fuck after all - but there’s never any real *darkness* in the mainstream nasties that we deal with on a daily - it’s just that when the really talented players get going - it looks like that - because really hard sex gets rough - as is natures way… Bald monkey’s being energetically rude with each other - showing off in front of a camera… The political arguments against straight hard-porn are a result of nothing more than sociosexual hangups on the part of the detractors…
…and it is relative that every now and then - you get a player who fails to fully understand the delicate balance of power that is required to maintain just the right mood… and then the whole things slips into awkward parody - because the essential complicity is upset… and the rude’s off…
Therein lies my problem with “Killer Pussy”… it just doesn’t feel good enough… he don’t pull it off… and so - for me - it just don’t work…
Which is a pity… because we’re talking seriously hot chicks sparring with seriously big dick in Formula Uno chuggage sporting fastlane A and banging facial… Hot Rod Prod’s - we love you no less for it… this one came off the “Raw” shelf…
“There’s always room in our garden for one more”
Casper:
What a face! More lines than a late night party at Pablo Escobar’s house… If he keeps grimacing like that he’ll have a concertina for a head by the time he’s 40…
And what the hell was he doing on his mobile in the first scene? That’s such an outdated parody of “cool” it makes my blood boil!
Think about what you’re doing Nacho! Shovel it in the barrow… Savvy! If you want to come across as a confident sleazy Gino then put some original thought into it, it’s all too obvious!
As far as acting in the “Roccoesque” genre, your allignment is all wrong… when Rocco looks at a woman you see the passion burning in his eyes… he loves his work, he loves the women and he gives them an effort that they will never forget. You’re all about making yourself look cool mate, with your sunglasses, “high fives” and gold chains. Where’s the warmth?
Don’t get me wrong, Nacho is a fine woodsman to look at, but the intricacy of his relationships with his co stars is cold and impersonal. We’re not there to marvel at you mate, we’re there to watch the package as a whole… i will say that the choice of actresses was good and if I’m not mistaken there was a moment of uncertainty in one of the scenes… ahem! although try as I might to find this a second time - I couldn’t… after a while, your toe just gets too tired…
Nacho - You’ve got potential, but you’ve got to chill out and stop giving it the large one… you’re only fooling yourself lad!
At the end of the day… worth a perusal if there’s nothing else on offer… I’ve used it twice!