Starts off in a motel as a consentual meeting of two willing parties, at night, and the activity ensues... but then wait... There's a pause between thrusts, and the next time the camera pans out IT'S DAYLIGHT THROUGH THE BLINDS!! How am I to continue masturbating with this lingering notion that the actor must have had to come in early to work the next morning for having came in early the night before..? Throws off my stride every time... The mental image alone of this Jewish director greeting John Holmes at the door the next morning, "Oy You better have a shot for me today, kid... Ya schlup!" Wow, maybe I should be posting this in Barry's den, if these are the kinds of things going through my mind while I watch porn.
The Den of Barry is very dangerous. The path is long and dark. But you must go, Lomo Baggins, and throw this porno into the Flames!
The one I hate is when they cut from the wide angle to the extreme close up, and you think: "Wait a goddam minute. That's not the same vagina!" Fucking stunt cunts.
