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Released: Aug 01st, 1998
Running Time: 134
Director: Joey Silvera
Company: All Blew Shirts
Distribution Companies: Evil Angel
Cast: Christiane, Fabiola, Dayane, Roberta (II) (Trans)
Critical Rating: AAA 1/2
Say what you will; this show sets new she-male standards, and blows just about every other tape in this genre out of the water.
This is the first of Joey Silvera's successful "Rogue Adventures" she-male series, released about two years ago, featuring five transgendered ladies found on or near the streets of (we suspect) Rio. But though some very nice-looking tits and asses abound, we'd hardly describe the two blondes in the opening scene (one of whom shows up for scene three as well) as "big-assed." Still, viewers are not likely to quibble once they see all of these ladies get down to action, which includes plenty of b.j., forward and reverse cowgirl, missionary and doggie — with some of the "girls" doing some of the fucking.
Unfortunately, the image quality of some footage, particularly the outdoor nighttime shots, but also at least one indoor scene, leaves something to be desired, though we realize that much of it was shot under less-than-optimal conditions. Extras include animated chapter buttons, a photo gallery and two menus that have become staples on Evil Angel discs: the Fetish Menu and the Specialty Menu, each of which will take the viewer to the points in various scenes featuring b.j.s, ass-fucking, and even tease performances.
Imagine either Rae Dawn Chong or Nikki Anderson with a dick, and you get some idea of the aesthetic walk on the wild side that is The Big-Ass She-Male Adventure. Minutes into this casual stroll down Androgyny Avenue. It'll become readily apparent to the discriminating viewer why this is the first specialty tape of its kind to receive and Editor's Choice. And for extra special reasons. Besides being an incredibly aggressive and unrestrained dicks-flying-in-all-directions Brazilian bedroom escapade, one simple fact is that TBASMA breaks the mold and cuts the clichés.
The Geneva Convention rules and regulations which usually preside over the chicks-with-dicks genre don't apply here. There's no plot hokum or tranny-get-your-gun titling gimmicks. No camp. No Sharon Kane non-sex role appearances. And there's nary a Broadway show tune nor a reasonable facsimile lurking in the soundtrack. Not that any of these elements are necessarily a bad thing, mind you. There aren't. Except, inserted here, they'd be as out of place as ron Jeremy in a Slim-Fast commercial.
Like the universal appeal of a cheeseburger with a vanilla shake, the end result is ground-breaking she-male for the masses —if there is such an animal. Staunch hetero viewers capable of withstanding the sappier love element in films like Titanic can, with no additional stigma attached, comfortably gawk at "dolls" like Dayane or Camilla. (Granted, Camilla's face is great but her balls belong in the crusty category of a Tom Byron.)
The added plus to this amusing concoction of visual mixed messages is the opportunity to satisfy one's curiosity about functional trannies. In which case, payback is definitely a bitch wherein twoways and threeways find the instigating it in the shit hole as well. This results in a wide assortment of hairy man-ass segments for those so inclined. The dusky, cigar-smoking Christiane, who hijacks a guy for sexual purposes, finds such a male partner and relishes his hirsute hienie as though she were flossing her teeth with his ass hairs, then exhibits an upward dick curvature usually seen on the likes of a Marc Wallice.
Great location (the tropical sights and sound of Rio de Janeiro), strong videography and enough passion to spark global warming in your shorts is also its own reward.
To make the she-male playing field that much more even, Joey Silvera has, sensibly, kept himself out of the equation. Wind-up dogs, plastic poop, and similar frat house gross-outs may be found in other Joey productions, but a restrained Silvera relegates himself to basic behind-the-camera duties. If nothing else, it lends this "rogue" adventure more of a Buttman feel than any of Joey's previous work. And that ain't bad.