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Released: Dec 01st, 1996
Running Time: 135
Director: Joey Silvera
Company: All Blew Shirts
Distribution Companies: Evil Angel
Cast: Peyton Alexander, Christian Steele, Traci Light, Joey Silvera, Rick Masters, Bridgette Belle, Peter North, Tom Byron, Sean Rider, Jake Steed, Ray Swazy, Papillion, Tyler (I), Chandler (I), Sean Michaels, Sean Christian, Darian LaQuoix, Amber Woods
Critical Rating: AAAA 1/2
Is it possible that in the span of less than one single year behind the camera, Joey Silvera has become the most gifted pornographer working today? This is a point most likely to cross your mind more than a thousand times during the course of Fame running time, which is practically impossible to view in one sitting because each segment deserves a second or third look just to appreciate how skillfully he's captured the very essence of supernova eroticism.
The warped curvature of Silvera's genius lies not only in casting the freshest flash-tailed fuck sluts imaginable (and pairing them with highly capable cockslingers), nor his absolute devotion to capturing the kinds of angles which induce satisfied grins on the faces of satisfied viewers… but also by interweaving surrealist continuums that make Salvador Dali and Timothy Leary look like pikers.
Youthfully tantalizing Bridgette Belle teases Sean Rider into a mutual masturbation which winds up with her pumps getting waxed. Frustrated Sean draws a map on a napkin, stuffs half an eaten donut in the envelope and sails it out the window, which Christian Steel finds… eats the donut… and follows the directions to a trailer park where Chandler, in a Miss America outfit, greets him with a ball-sucking hummer.
He proceeds to drive her shit uphill with his fool-sticker, bringing a whole new meaning to the phrase "screamin' A!" Later, Chandler introduces her "successor" (the similarly-attired Tori) to a group of worker-drones who toss her silly in a furniture warehouse. Starting to get the point, Hoss?
A bizarre spin on LA's underground party scene finds Peter North and Rick Masters (decked out in nothing more than pointy party hats) on the receiving end of some superb head from amazing Papillion and Amber Woods, who offer up their scrumptious cheeks for a rollicking reaming and torrential rain of spoo in their faces. Even for North, this one's an entire shot-put beyond his usual launch!
We're only skirting the surface of six lengthy, brain-boggling scenes. It must be seen to be believed. Crown Silvera the Pope of Porn. Best Gonzo series of the year? It's got my vote!