Released: Jan 01st, 1998
Running Time: 83
Directors: Missy (I), Mickey G.
Company: Wicked Pictures
Cast: Peter North, John Decker, Mark Davis, Steve Hatcher, Jill Kelly, Johnni Black, Ruby (I), Alexandra Silk, Vince Vouyer, Nici Sterling, Brad Armstrong, Mickey G., Jacklyn Lick, Stephanie Swift, Missy (I)
Critical Rating: AAAA 1/2
Heart & Soul is that rare, precious gem of a tape that challenges the reviewer's vocabulary of superlatives. Lush settings, exquisite photography, superb music, and really hot, nasty fucking combine to create a feature that's as well done as it is erotic. Real-life partners and co-directors Missy & Mickey G. have produced a must-see video that managers to achieve stunning production values without sacrificing the intensity of the sex.
Even more fascinating and unique is the extremely personal nature of the piece. Each scene is built around a theme, with Missy providing the introductions to each vignette. But these are more than just excuses for this all-star cast of boyz 'n' girlz to grind to; they're brief glimpses into Missy's psyche. Forget all that "Deep Inside" stuff, this is the real deal: A porn star opening herself up to her fans, without any trace of the bitterness of cynicism that's so widespread in the adult biz. In fact (and maybe this is the best part of all), after this fleeting taste of the person behind the persona, you'll still really want to fuck her. Imagine.
The first fantasy theme is "Fear," and it opens with Missy being hunted down by a pack of wild animals, as personified by Mickey, Alex Sanders, Mark Davis, Vince Vouyer and Steve Hatcher, all sporting appropriately carnivorous body makeup. The pack of predators runs her to the ground, and before you can say "Lions and tigers and bears," they're tearing Missy's clothes off. Oh my! The snarling, rutting gangbang proceeds like hormonally-charged Island of Dr. Moreau without Brando's corpulent whiteness to obscure the action. The scene culminates in a d.p. which serves as a reminder that Missy can do some serious snarling of her own.
The next segment, "Fantasy," sets our blonde hostess as a self-pleasuring voyeur, watching blissfully as John Decker, Ruby, Peter North and Jacklyn Lick pair off to produce some serious sweat. The next fifteen minutes contain some truly volcanic, visceral images: Ruby swallowing Decker's cock until her nose is pressed into his abdomen; the veins standing out lie taut steel cables on her neck as Decker fucks her from behind; the sweat glistening between Lick's breasts as she rides North's massive dick; and the slow-motion close-up of Lick's face as North shoots one of his famous, "gallons o' cum" loads into her mouth, after which Lick straddles Missy's waist to share the fruit of her labor by dribbling it all over Missy's chest.
This scene alone serves to illustrate the difference between Heart & Soul and the growing crop of lavishly-photographed fantasy flicks that have popped up during the last few years: Often, these efforts have cutting-edge visuals with still-photo sexuality; Heart & Soul has performers who sweat, 'cause they're fucking like they mean it. It has dripping-wet cunts and sloppy blowjobs, and still it's every bit as gorgeous as anything we're ever seen, drawing you in and making you want to watch.
Well, actually, it makes you want to fuck.