Released: Feb 01st, 1996
Running Time: 140
Director: John Stagliano
Company: Evil Angel
Cast: Rocco Siffredi, Jon Dough, Marine Cartier, Veronika (I), Christina (I), Backey Jakie, Kelly Trump, Sensa Raggi, Paula (V) (Brazilian), Mark Davis, Sabina (I)
Critical Rating: AAAAA
Some folks cry at ribbon cuttings and weddings. Yours truly cries at sphincter openings. Only forseeable drawback is, if you're like me, with Buttman's European Vacation 3 chances are you might go through two handkerchiefs and three bottles of Visine before the final fuck.
With articulately-defined European women and astounding sphincter action coming out the ass, this vacation might just well be Buttman's finest hours spent either abroad or in one.
Christina of Sweden (is there a memorial postage stamp in her future?) gives Stagliano a public exhibition of her flying saucer-sized nipples before allowing Rocco privately to come out of his jockies like a hook & ladder on a service call. Gloriously composed buttviews of Christina's Scandinavian globes make it appear as if Rocco's poking a fire hose into a four-alarm babka. Without benefit of actual anal, Rocco pops in her face. "I lost my point of view in this case," says he. Whatever that means, one can certainly understand why, as the camera appreciately scans Christina's nakedness as she ambles off, bare-assed, into the sunset.
Beautiful Kelly Trump (a blonde equivalent of a young Tracey Adams) performs an elaborate ass tease/jealousy scenario involving locale switches, a public toilet and two competing studs, one of whom looks like a peroxide David Schwimmer; the other a Die Hard terrorist. A blistering nominations-worthy d.p. party is our reward for hanging in there through some of the vignette's more overly dramatized moments.
Fairly average by any measure of account, Maureen Cartier's outdoor/indoor scene with Mark Davis also leaves one with a sense of heightened nostalgia for high heels. Cartier's choice of eccentric footwear embellished by a sense of down-played cosmetology is only made more obvious by the scene's requisite position offerings with neither substantive character nor anal.
Legs made for step climbing - blonde Sabina of Finland displays tan gams crowned by white pumps and wholesome breasts with a Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farms attitude. The wholesomeness, however, comes to a grinding halt when Sabina lap dances for Jon Dough and Mark Davis, then does parlor tricks with her asshole. In one particularly poignant moment, she resembles a blushing bride being carried over the anal threshold as Davis loads her expectant butt on to his 21-gun salute. Chalk this up as one of the best anal scenes you might ever see, with the addition of the Rocco-patented gaping anus and spittle deposit as interpreted by Dough, seasoned with a scene-ending d.p.
"Old world charm and a young man's duck" describes the scene involving Veronika and Paula of Prague (sounds like they should be canonized) with Rocco. The outdoor portion of the travelogue complete, Rocco lines 'em up in a hotel room like suspects in a Prague police lineup and goes to work like the finger man in a nostril job. Even without anal, this scene has more zesty combos than a KFC menu.
Book reservations. Update your passport and learn a foreign language. You owe yourself this vacation.