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Released: Aug 01st, 1998
Running Time: 120
Director: Robert Black
Company: Extreme Associates
Cast: Amanda (I), Metrixx, Eric Monty, Nancy Vee, Mila (I), Taylor Moore, Jonathan, Tom Byron, Tiffany Mynx, Robert Black, Van Damage, Nikki (I), Candy Hill, Kelli Dean, Tony Eveready
Critical Rating: AAAA
The action-packed box cover sizzles just as much as the tape inside. Display at least one copy prominently and it should move briskly.
Being in The Cellar seems to suit industry enfant terrible Rob Black. It was the site of two of his previous best efforts (Cellar Dweller 1 & 2) and it's the title of what's arguably his most consistently feverish tape in some time.
All five of the vid's sex scenes are highly strokable, economically to the point and laced with Balck's trademark warped humor.
To wit: Scene two, which features Candy Hill and Amanda as a pair of nuns who suddenly find themselves transformed into a pair of hos getting reamed in a motel room by some mean daddy. Hill, sporting knee-high patent leather boots and a mountain of wild blond locks, has never looked more wood-producing as she takes the stud's stiffie up her keister and his thick white goo all over her tongue.
Scene three has Tiffany Mynx as an escaped convict who, in order to stay on the lam, invites lawman Vince Vouyer down her throat, in her pussy, up her bum and all over her face. As an extra added politically-incorrect bonus, Black even has the hot-wired Mynxster deep throat Vouyer's nickel-plated handgun.
That's followed by a sequence that's sure to offend some of your clientele, but nenetheless should be remembered come nom time for most outrageous sex scene. It features the envelope-pushing Mila, in a KKK hood, spewing the N-word at Tony Eveready and Byron Long, then demonstrating that she's really no racist by taking both their tools up her pussy simultaneously and in a brief d.p.
The sequence ends on a more stomach-turning note as our girl woofs down an insidious concoction of spent goo squeezed from her asshole, raw eggs and malt liquor. In addition to getting off on the scene, your customers are also likely to puke.
As far as the between-sex-scenes-schtick that The Cellar is loaded with, some of the bits are actually pretty amusing, though most are, uh, extremely sophomoric. Those with the highest yuk quotient are the ones that take some good-natured shots at certain industry targets (and no, Patrick Collins isn't one of them.)