Released: Nov 01st, 1992
Running Time: 138
Director: John Stagliano
Company: Elegant Angel Productions
Cast: Woody Long, Alex Jordan, Nick Rage, Roscoe Bowltree, Angela Summers, Jim Sparks, Danielle Cheeks, Tara Gold, Justin Case, Mona Lisa (III), Summer Knight, Sharise (I), John Stagliano
Critical Rating: AAA 1/2
The team of Buttman and Bowltree are cruising downtown Las Vegas arguing blackjack strategy, when they spy cotton candy-haired, Missy Warner-ish Danielle Cheeks glory stomping in her white high heels and tight, tight shorts. This scene is the tipoff that Cheeks (a Miss Nude something or other) is going to be the video's guest ass fuck.
There's lots of meanwhile, back at the ranch activity going on before the final anal sacrifice, the best of which has got to be Woody Long doing Tara Gold in Stagliano's new Malibu digs. Gold, who sports cheeks bigger than Dizzy Gillespie's, looks great in a bikini (a beach pickup scene) and even better without one as she dance/teases, with Woody living up to his name, bending her over an armrest to do the deed. This is cutting edge stuff.
There's another episode in which Stagliano takes "fans" up to meet Angela Summers up in her Las Vegas hotel suite. Yeah, Nick Rage, Summer Knight, Sharise and Nick E. are fans like I'm an editorial groupie. It amounts to a bedspread free-for-all with Nick E. popping a couple of consecutive wet shots within minutes of each other via Sharise's aqueduct. Well done, guy.
Mona Lisa, Alex Jordan and Justin Case are the designated show-up-at-any-time-during-the-video-to-have-sex players. They're supposed to be college students. This is the video's second suspension of belief, the third one being the fact that Roscoe Bowltree actually pulls out his dick. It occurs during the Danielle Cheeks ass fucking scene I referred to earlier, and Roscoe along with Jim Sparks, double teams Cheeks to pull it off. Sparks does the actual ass invasion, but Roscoe literally kisses enough butt to get crowned king of Lichtenstein. AND, he pops a wet one, to boot. Zounds, is there nothing sacred in this business?
The strength of the Buttman vids rest to some degree in the prospect of finding a fresh, new face (and butt) to drool over. Even though the sex in this outing is pretty decent by Stagliano standards, sorry, there's no one here answering that description.