There's something unique about Evil/Elegant Angel products — they don't so much as bypass the competition as they transcend it completely. Improvised dialogue, hand-held videography, location "sets"... are they the cinema verite of adult entertainment? An alternative universe perhaps, simultaneously frivolous and nasty? Who knows. Whatever it is, the participants (decked out in more silly sailor hats, docksiders and striped shirts than a gay rendition of H.M.S. Pinafore) seem to be having an overwhelming amount of personal fun. It's contagious.
A quick segue from Part One finds crusty ol' Cap'n Bruce Seven on his way to check out Davy Jones' locker. Among the primary mourners are nephew Harry Dweller (Roscoe Bowltree, who's inherited not only the boat, but also Bruce's mantle as sex counselor) and Ed Powers (who's prone to seeing visions of the ex-captain around the harbor). There's a little twist to the plot, but that's basically it — and that's more than enough to hang some outrageous, lengthy sex scenes on.
Ass devotion is the name of the game, and what better start than Christina Angel's, under the idolatry of Roscoe himself, who plants his hairy face in her crack like a grizzly bear foraging for honey. How sweet it is! Their stateroom begins to resemble a scene from A Night At The Opera as Lacy Rose, Tom Byron, Alex Sanders and Selina St. Clair cram into the room and into the poon. Alex plants an anal depth charge up St. Clair's canal; unloading his salty spew on her ass; which Lacy Rose laps up as if it were cocktail sauce. (Keep an eye open for this St. Clair gal — she's got potential.)
Meanwhile, Roscoe's nosy neighbor Buck Adams takes advantage of a naive lass, who's come for Roscoe's special brand of therapy. The idea that a demure, introverted waif be played by Nikki Sinn has to be a twisted joke. How else to explain her shaven pussy, breast tattoo and biker jacket? You can skip the dialogue and head straight for the glorious penetration shot of her spread ass cheeks, as Buck rides the swells and drops anchor on her face.
VixXxen, a relatively new face to the adult scene, is reason enough to latch on to any release (see Max Hardcore's Wildlife elsewhere in this issue for the ultimate anal scene this year) but a bearded clam hunt with Rebecca Wild proves to be a cold mackerel until the advent of Nick East, who runs back and forth from each upraised butt in an effort to satisfy both ladies. Sadly, no booty is plundered.
Avast, maties! Dweller ends on an up note — way up — as Roscoe captains a group therapy session with Sally Layd, Marc Wallace, Isis Nile, Peter North, Champagne, and a few new male ensigns. Perdition's flames are ignited as North unleashes his Moby Dick; Wallace harpoons Layd in a d.p. sandwich; but it's Roscoe himself that explodes into Champagne's face with a shot that may garner her the nickname "Popeye". She am what she am.