Released: Aug 01st, 1999
Running Time: 130
Director: Rocco Siffredi
Company: Rocco Siffredi Productions
Distribution Companies: Evil Angel
Cast: Rocco Siffredi, Sebastian Barrio, Mario Falcon, Alba dea Monte, Rumica Poa, Tony Ribas, Henry the Great, Alberto Rey, Leslie Taylor, Nacho Vidal, Frank Gun, Kelly (I), Betty Blue, David Perry, Olivier Sanchez, Remigio Zampa, Johnny Montana, Carmen (I), Holly One
Critical Rating: AAAA 1/2
Overall, this isn\'t the most depraved Rocco tape out there, but the material definitely befits a man whose personal mantras tend to include That Catchphrase.
What happens when Rocco and Kelly "meat" again? A whole lotta anally-oriented group Euro-sex. Before Rocco boards the plane to Barcelona for their pre-arranged rendezvous, though, he and pal David Perry get, uh, waylaid by two blond stewardesses and their gorgeous brunette friend. Perry assfucks the blondes, while Rocco takes the brunette outside for a quick blowjob. "Ahhh, baby, how come you so nasty?" he croons repeatedly, but never manages to elicit a response. They go inside and join the party, and one of the blondes goes psychotically kittenish, lapping up Rocco's man milk. Exit Rocco, enter three other guys. "You fuck my wife?" one of them asks Perry. Raging Bull fixation aside, he doesn't seem to mind terribly - he knows she's a "beetch" - and the orgy resumes, with d.p.s and some hygiene deficient ass-to-pussy action.
Kelly, meanwhile, has either eaten the brown acid, or her Thematic Apperception test results are going to be cause for a fiesta at the local psychiatric center. She gets into a cab at the airport, then all of a sudden we're sharing a room with Kelly, Rocco and a bald, diaper-clad, pacifier-sucking midget. "Mommy!" the midget bleats, and begins to eat Kelly's cooch. "I'm being licked by a fish!" she giggles hysterically, soon sticking the pacifier up his tiny ass and rimming him. "How come you so nasty?" Rocco wonders yet again from behind the camera, a man alone with his eternally unanswered question. A few strokes of conventional fucking, and the little guy is erupting. "Mommy, I want the toilet," he cries, and... and... fuck. Apparently, our ugly American sensibilities have been deemed too delicate to witness the rest of their adventure, because with an abrupt cut, Kelly and Rocco are in a cab, and then parading around at a porn convention, stuffing entire pairs of panties up Kelly's colon and tossing the soiled treats to the crowd. Try duplicating that one at the next CES.
What follows is scene after scene of your basic good, hard, technically accomplished multiple-partner hotel room anal sex. One encounter in particular distinguishes itself as worthy of a Best Group Sex Scene pre-nom consideration, between Rocco, Kelly, Alba Dea Monte and Nacho Vidal. Beautiful, dark-haired Alba shows up at Rocco's door, but she's shy. "Don't be nasty with her," Rocco cautions Kelly. "At least not right away."
Heh, heh, heh. It's Kelly who receives the bulk of the typically filthy Rocco treatment, but Alba gets her share: He pinches her nostrils shut while she blows him, spits in Kelly's face and crams four fingers up her ass, shoves them in Alba's mouth, and reams both girls' culos. Nacho, who seems overjoyed to be a part of it all, joins him in double-penetrating Alba. And Kelly makes all the evidence disappear.
Ahhh, Rocco. How come you so nasty, baby....
It's mainly the dynamic that exists between Rocco and Kelly that nudges this vid into Editor's Choiceland. There's a moment when she's peacefully sucking Nacho off, and Rocco yanks her away by her hair. They stare at each other for a super-charged second, and something passes between them; some sort of tacit understanding and exchange of permission and electric attraction. Whatever their bond is, it's riveting and complex, and visible even when they're sharing a girl. When they double-team a cute, young-looking señorita named Carmen, she's always the object that connects them, never respected as a full-status participant. Too bad so much of the vid features Kelly being "meated" by throngs of Rocco's friends; though it works in a Story of O sense, we like it best when it's just Rocco, Kelly, a bucket-load of saliva and a stream of heavily-accented denigrating epithets.
And maybe an infantile toilet-midget or two.