Released: Aug 10th, 2010
Running Time: 67 Min.
Company: Vivid Entertainment Group
DVD Extras: Fetish Menus, Still Gallery(ies), Trailer(s), Widescreen
Cast: Others, Montana Fishburne
Critical Rating: AAAA 1/2
She's the talk of the Hollywood cocktail circuit ... and the talk is hot! Montana Fishburne, the daughter of the acting legend and the wild girl who couldn't be tamed ... caught doing the deed, every which way! From prick-teasing in a mall, to getting down in a car, to ravaging her man in a hotel room, this A-list daughter has an X-rated mind! She is nasty, dirty and filthy ... she looks like a princess and acts like a porn star. Montana ... it sure is hot this time of year.
The canon of celebrity sex videos has had its hits and misses, to put it delicately. (Anybody out there trip over themselves to get a hold of the Tom Sizemore one? Yeah, neither did we.) But with Montana Fishburne, Vivid has up and turned the key.
Just when you thought the novelty of this über-specialized genre had all but washed away with Ricky Martin's relevance, along comes this spectacle, which not only blows every one of its predecessors completely out of the water, but in some respects registers like a foray into territory altogether uncharted.
Take heed—for at least the first few minutes of Montana Fishburne, you will feel dirty watching it, and here's why: Whereas there's never been much of a tangible element for most to the old crack about how every girl you see in a porn movie is "somebody's daughter," in this case, we all know exactly whose daughter she is, and that imbues the whole affair with an undertone of being a special kind of wrong.
That said, the feeling does dissipate as the movie progresses ... and Montana's antics get more and more filthy. Unlike most previous celeb sex tapes, nearly all of the over one hour of footage here consists of pure hardcore action, predominantly shot POV-style by what seem to be two different unidentified male cohorts. (The first, at least, is presumably Jeremy Greene, with whom she's been linked in the press and whose name is tattooed right above her crotch.)
Beginning with a stroll through a mall, during which Montana offers candid peeks at her goods and submits to some clandestine fingering, we soon cut to her driving around some familiar Porn Valley roads (all within a close radius of Vivid's headquarters, interestingly), searching for a good spot where she and her beau can pull over and get down to some hanky-panky.
Once they do so, it is just all engines go, with Little Miss Fishburne rabidly attacking faceless boy's cock every which way with her mouth and pussy, first in the front seat, then in the back. Oh yes, and it isn't long into this rumble that the squirting begins. The girl spews lady juice in geysers over and over again, at one point drenching the camera lens with it and licking it off. The fucking spills out to the side and rear of the car, Montana wailing away like a porno pro through it all.
Next, the locale changes to a hotel room, where she diddles herself on the bathroom sink, squirting some more (though this time, the stuff is decidedly and unsettlingly yellow) before moving to the adjacent living room and then the bedroom, banging her companion (who has an accent the earlier one didn't) all over both with raucous abandon and finishing up by taking his healthy load on her tongue and across her face.
It's hard to say whether this is a Vivid-produced artifact or something Montana and partner(s) shot themselves and brought to the company, but either way, one thing's for sure: Montana Fishburne is a natural born fuck queen. Will that propel her to Kim Kardashian-type fame like she's hoping? Well ... who knows?