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WATERSPORTS


Rapture 2000 (1999, 3 hrs, 50 min)

Stars: Sindee Coxx, Crystal Gold, Sofia Ferrari, Raven Macall, Jay Ashley, Frank Towers

Director: NA

Themes: anal sex, DP, dildo masturbation, S&M (hints), tit fucking

Rating: 4.5 out of 10


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Seems Ashley and Towers have discovered a mini-nudist colony and they're trying to get in and get a little nookie.

That's about the plot. Now the quality of the film isn't good, at least early on, and there's more silicone in this movie than at a department store manniken factory. There's fake tits everywhere. Then the movie ends abruptly and we get sex scene after sex scene that has nothing to do with the title. And looking at the boxcover, you'd have no idea there was all that stuff at the end.

Hey, at least tell us what we're in for.

Well, anyway, our two boys, Ashley and Towers, find their way to the colony, which for some reason more closely resembles an expensive backyard and expensive pool than anybody's colony. Ashley breaks out some binoculars and peeks at the girls, who play naked in the water, tits looking hard on top of it. Everybody's blonde. Everybody's fake.

And this is kind of boring, watching them jump up and down out of the water, thrusting rather flat asses our way.

That's not the only problem. The cuts between the peeping toms and the girls don't seem natural. The girls don't seem natural. You can all but hear the director say, "OK, Sindee, jump up and down and smile now."

After watching for a few minutes, Ashley decides to get involved and runs down to where the girls are, but now there's only one girl. At least 35 minutes into this opus, we're about to have a sex scene. Hey, do they think we came to see "Eyes Wide Shut" for the hint of sex. No, no, man, this is a blue movie.

We want all sex all the time!

Sorry, sorry.

We got excited, forgot to take our Ritalin.

Well, at least all the sex scenes are fairly good and all go anal. They all take place in a tub, pool or jacuzzi, too, and about 90 minutes into the movie, as if by magic (or some genius discovered camera lighting), the picture improves markedly.

But in the middle of the movie, the movie ends, and we begin to see scenes totally unrelated to our wet theme. The sex, thankfully, stays pretty intense. We get a little leather. We get a little bondage. We get one hot woman who's dying to get filled.

Our favorite of the vignettes that follow the movie is "Anal Doggy," a foreign ditty where a female protagonist walks in on her slave, who wears a dog collar, leather masks and pouts like my cousin's Samoyed, holding his hands in the air likes paws. She stands over him and lets him taste her, just under one of those way-too-tight leather skirts that doesn't quite cover the entire crouch area.

Then she lays back and frigs while he cuts what he must think is grass (it's a cement floor) with one of those motorless mowers. Her masturbation is hot, and their sexual coupling is hotter, as hot as any scene we've seen in a few weeks, but it's not nearly enough to make this movie memorable.


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