Released: May 01st, 1998
Running Time: 140
Director: John Stagliano
Company: Evil Angel
Cast: Szilvia, Zolt Walton, Christoph Clark, Judith Grant, Nikki Anderson, Mercedes (I), Zensa Raggi, Andrew Youngman, Nicolette (I), Reinhard, Joey Silvera, Reka, Rocco Siffredi, Amanda Steel
Critical Rating: AAAA 1/2
The worst that can be said of Buttman in Budapest is that John Stagliano sets a personal record for the greatest number of "Holy Shit"s delivered in the discovery of eye-popping specimens of womanhood. This is certainly the case in the opening moments of the tape. Stagliano and traveling bud Joey Silvera spot, then slobber in the manner of Danubian Golden Retrievers, over dusty Reka, a model whose lyrical butt is wedged into short-shorts of almost cartoonic dimension. Then, like the Marx. Bros. on the prowl, Buttman and Silvera tail Reka to the lair of a local talent agent who, like everyone else in town, is heavy-on-the-accent.
It's safe to say that Buttman in Budapest flourishes as an exercise in ass-fingering, butt-strutting alchemy, with luscious Nikki Anderson delivering one of the most tantalizing foot-tease/sex scenes on record. Not to mention a ubiquitous array of some oh-so-subtle plugs for the Buttman clothing line: T-shirts, shorts, etc. which are thrown in whenever a babe drops her skivvies. Which is remarkably often. More often than most Buttman tapes.
Hmmm. Are we witnessing the genesis of the first Buttman infomercial? Interestingly, too, pal Joey all but drops out of sight after delivering a couple of frat-boy remarks in the agent's office.
Upon convincing Reka that he has legitimate credentials that entitle him to fondle her conical breasts and impart lifeforce massage to her buttcheeks, Stagliano does just that. The fistful of ass and resultant goosebumps, however, are mere groundwork for the energy that summons Reka's fellow-model Nicolette, as well as studs Reinhard and Zenza. Reka, as you would expect, gets it square in her Hungarian crap basket during a series of intricate body maneuvers that are mirrored stride-for-stride by Nicolette and her partner. The scene hits full-throttle with a butt-fuck scrum that comes as close to a human Dagwood sandwich as allowed by law. You gotta give this one a pre-nom.
Making his appearance in typical Rocco fashion, the heat-seeking Italian missile waylays Amanda of the global ass and Streisandesque nose. After modeling her Buttman briefs for him, Amanda (who bears a passing resemblance to Reka) engages Rocco in a bewildering array of non-anal positions.
Though you wouldn't necessarily have gathered it from watching Buda, there are parcels of real estate in Budapest that come close to matching the grandeur of Beverly Hills, hill for hill. When Rocco goes to visit the ultra-tanned, ultra-stubbly Christoph Clark, the eyes can't help but take in Clark's sumptuous digs, then the equally sumptuous frame of the ray-catching Bikini-clad Nikki Anderson. Clark whispers conspiratorially that Nikki doesn't do porno but that Clark will try to coax her into something. That something turns into one of those intoxicating porn moments when Stagliano aims his camera towards the skylight and captures Anderson masturbating Clark with her feet.
When the action resumes in the living room, guest Andrew Youngman learns the first lesson of Hungarian hospitality - the host gets first crack at the hostess' ass. Two versions of the d.p. result with Nikki getting her butt quenched by Clark's dickhead. (Redhead Szilvia, in the tape's windup, puts on a similar display of anal versatility.)
The artists-and-models gambit resumes when Anderson look-alike Judith Grant, making like a photographer, gets it in the butt in a fourway that also tests the elasticity of model Mercedes' butthole (by Rocco).
If you had success with Buda, this has to be marketed as a logical companion piece.