Released: Sep 01st, 1998
Running Time: 117
Director: Michael Zen
Company: Vivid Entertainment Group
Cast: Kobe Tai, Mark Davis, Randy West, Peter North, T.T. Boy, Jon Dough, Chloe (I), Heather Hunter, Nadia (I), Missy (I), Mickey G., Sindee Coxx, Stephanie Swift, Asia Carrera
Critical Rating: Not Yet Rated
Stock up. Perfect for couples, as well as hardcore j.o.ing Jones.
A slick, ambitious story of intrigue and espionage involving the usual trappings: planted evidence, double-and triple-crossings, stoolies, hoodlums, guns, blood - and the one key element missing from the spoofed source, Mission: Impossible - tons of animalistic sex. Kobe Tai plays the lead and appears in several very physical scenes, both sexual and otherwise. Kobe fans will worship this film: She fucks at least four times and is one loud specimen. She, and the bigger-boned Asia Carrera, do an admirable job performing their tricky roles, delivering complex dialogue.
Each fuck scene (eight in all) is, in no uncertain terms, mercury busting. Director Zen does a good job with camera and editing, showing the best of each encounter, bringing out what is anatomically supreme in each body, setting up great configurations, like when Missy sits on top of Stephanie Swift, pries her ass apart for the hard and crazed Mickey G., then dives under the grunting fuckers to lap up the drippings.
By the end of the flick you have Kobe laying herself out on a table naked for T.T. Boy's lunch. He chows into her loins while Vince Vouyer keeps her head from flying off. Then the boys drop trou and bang away at both ends as if they were trying to get their dicks to meet somewhere in the middle of her torso. At the other end of the room Heather Hunter smacks herself in the face with Peter North's thick pylon. All parties are high on each other's various gifts, and this long, involved scene of multiple partners is fairly spectacular as the camera jumps from one pow-wow to another. Then they switch (hey, good idea). Heather gets mauled by the rough boys and Kobe receives all of North's knowledge. When it's over, Kobe's back is a slippery milk ramp, and Hunter's beautiful long curls are streaked white (with cum) like Frankenstein's bride. How could sex be better? It can't. Most scenes close with both male and female semi-unconscious.