Released: Jun 01st, 2004
Running Time: 110
Director: Max Hardcore
Company: Max World Entertainment
Distribution Companies: Exquisite Multimedia
Cast: Penelope, Kami Andrews, Asia Blondi, Max Hardcore, Catalina (I)
Critical Rating: AAA 1/2
A perennial fan favorite worth stocking.
Faktoring with Max is like taking a spontaneous road trip with a nasty uncle. Full steam ahead - anything goes - and God help those who have to clean up afterwards. This volume whisks the viewer to an erotica festival in Barcelona, Spain and then back to Casa del Max in Los Angeles. All-too brief documentary coverage of the European fuckfest gives way to the inevitable hotel room encounter; this time with wacky co-anchor Catalina and her new find Asia Blondi. Max pretty much ignores the former while tearing a new asshole in the latter (which might explain why Catalina suddenly goes AWOL for the greater part of the scene).
Max ruts like a primeval life form, but the energy is fatally dissipated by unadventurous videography. The Max of old rarely appeared on screen, but he wielded the camera like a POV weapon of ass destruction. His latest protégé seems content with whatever angle is facing his general direction. Such blatant lack of style almost torpedoes the vid, which appears hopelessly inadequate in comparison to the "in your face" footage that young Turks are routinely shooting these days.
A duo of hotter scenes are cranked out back at Max's pad. Penelope, with her small tits and mouthful of braces, is just the kind of youthful distraction that fuels our host's desire. Sproiing! We can practically hear Max's cock uncoil when Penny reveals that she once appeared on the Jenny Jones talk show as a thirteen year-old nymphomaniac. If viewers can tolerate an almost-softcore beginning, the scene pushes into explicit country as he plies her tookie with a steamy poolside reaming.
Busty Kami also plays the naïve waif to the hilt - literally - when chugging on Max's member. Ass to mouth is the way he plays this game, practically forcing it down her esophagus. Liquids run from her throat, nose and eyes like a tributary river, covering her face and chest until he tops off the tears and drool with a fresh helping of spooge pudding. Max's actions speak louder than words.