Released: Apr 01st, 2000
Running Time: 126
Director: Christoph Clark
Company: Clark Euro Angel Video
Distribution Companies: Evil Angel (EA) Productions
Cast: Meridian (I), Daniella Rush, Linda (I), Nicol Taylor, Yann Scott, Chrstoph Clark, Michaela, Alberto Rey, Angela (I), Leslie Taylor, Frank Gun, Mike Foster, Venus (I), Mike Lovechild, Richard Lengin, Gloria (I), Sheila Rossi, Clara
Critical Rating: AAAA 1/2
The Euro Angels juggernaut continues. Stock in force.
Anal Maniac opens with a slow camera pan of some black lacquered bookshelves stocked with videotapes. Which reminds me: between Rocco's and Christoph Clark's video excursions into the anal underbelly, I've got no room left on my own shelves for the literary classics. But not to worry. Because even culture's taken care of in this feature, seeing as how the viewer'll chance upon more leather masks per square inch than set forth in any Alexandre Dumas novel.
Michael Lovechild decides to throw a party and invites a few of his fetish-clad friends along with some edgy, textural camerawork over to these House Beautiful digs. The girls are decked out either in thigh-high mesh stockings or tear-away body suits; the guys, all GQ handsome, wield erect, proud and true European cock. Meridian, a painfully striking Euro-blonde, is the guest of honor in the first scene, where she proceeds through a round robin of cock-sucking, butt-plugging, and, finally gets enough cock up her ass in the spoon position to service the next Buck Adams party.
Forget the concept of linear progression after this arousing scene, because sex strictly for its own sake establishes a foothold, and... well, that's pretty much it for thematic sense or storytelling. Christoph Clark swaggers into the house and commandeers a scene that offers plausibility to the philosophical notion that it's possible to be face-fucked in the asshole.
Clark and Sheila Rossi (who are fast becoming the Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers of anal) copulate in a scene that screams pre-nom. Clark rolls Rossi into this tight little assball and lets his fingers go to town. Hell, they go to the Big City. In turn, Rossi sucks Clark off almost with religious fervor and gives him a prostate exam with her Italianate lips.
But it's all over for gentility after Clark dons the dildo face mask and proceeds with some murmured Frenchisms through the mouth hole. Qualify for contestantship on the Regis millionaire show if you guessed that the headgear aims in the general vicinity of Rossi's rectum.
Astonishingly, Clark gets even friskier in a later scene with Daniella Rush and nearly pulls her ass apart with manual techniques best applied in a pizza parlor. How great could this scene have ultimately been? We'll never know, because it commits the unpardonable sin of brevity.
One more Clark scene later on tests his ability to anally compensate two women at once as he's done so many times in the past. There's probably no performer better at dividing his dick time than Clark. Study, watch and learn.
Hardly attempting to answer the age-old question of "Who was that masked man?" in another part o the house, Lovechild urges one of his leather-faced amigos to do some digital exploratory in the ass of a masked redhead whose butt cavity is astounding for its capacity to make household objects disappear on sheer whim. Believe it or not, this covers only half the terrain of Anal Maniac, but consider the other scenes near or equal to the standards of those just described. Hell, I loved it and I'm not even a leather fetishist -- the closest I come to that is an old Gil Hodges first baseman's mitt I keep around for sentimental value.