Released: Feb 01st, 1995
Running Time: 140
Director: John Stagliano
Company: Evil Angel
Cast: Nicky Foster, James Smith, Adam Knight, Joey Silvera, Roxanne Hall, Steve Thorp, Rocco Siffredi, Rosanna Melendez, Nicky Teen, Britannia, Alberto Rey, Linzi Drew
Critical Rating: AAA
True to writer Thomas Wolfe's "You can't go home again" admonition, the Buttmeister might heed the lessons of literature next time he considers a road trip. Stagliano's most recent Isle entries bear more than passing remembrances of British invasions past ("hey, Dario, isn't that the place where we…"), proving that Yogi Berra was ahead of his time. It's deja-vu all over again in Buttman's Bouncing British Babes.
Only in this instance, tractably-challenged camera action and affected pick-up lounge patter merely serve to underscore the fact that the sex in this outing, with possibly one exception, is about as riveting as Benny Hill reruns.
Remember one of the great girl/girl scenes of all time (an AVN award winner, by the way) which Buttman lensed several years ago in a hair salon? The pairing of British T&A model Linzi Drew and the toothsome Nicky Teen, though decent, fails palpably in an attempt to be indecent. The effect is kind of like when Francis Ford Coppola's Dracula simulates battle scenes with shadow puppets on a wall. In a follow-up, Nicky's performance is hardly as addictive as her namesake, though she takes on Joey Silvera and two other gents in a cowgirl/hands-occupied circle jerk. Don't charge this to Nicky's account as much as to the editing, which, like the words, gets in the way.
Britannia, however, rules the waves when she bends her ass over a car hood for garage muscleman Alberto Rey, who, judging from his oily mane, needs Alberto-Culver more than an ass fuck. This is the scene that offers the tape a recommends.
The finale, which is usually the strongest venue in the Buttman scenarios, comes off more like a bad petal day in the Rosebud catalogue. Silvera nad Rocco tag team Rosanna Melendez in a d.p, and Rocco, in doggie action with the video's ubiquitous Roxanne Hall, shoots a load in some dark, foreboding areas of Hall's ass crack (no anal). Lack of concentrated POV and mish-mash editing, however, slices the continuity of the heat in this setup to smithereens.
Even Buttman's allowed a bad putt day once in awhile, I suppose, but there's enough decent action to satisfy most demands.