Review: Sexy Sluts

Sexpert Video. D. Necro and Cordell. Stars Lanny Barbie, Penthouse Pet June 2003, getting fucked in her ass; A.J. Khan & Latina Maria Brianna, Vanisha, Jade getting fucked in her shit box Julian, Erika Cole & Uncle Howie who sucks Erika’s tits.
I’ve been on porn sets where the extremely talented but equally antic Jerry Butler would reign a solid day and night, non-stop, as King of Comedy, Butler operating on the velcro principle that you throw everything out there and sooner or later something funny sticks. And that’s pretty much the same operating principle in Sexy Sluts where Jerry serves as host and a very brash agent provocateur.

Butler, his shithole and AIDs jokes and seeing what he’s been up to since he virtually dropped out of sight after publication of his book Raw Talent, is all the reason for buying or renting this DVD. [He jokes or maybe not about having been on some heavy duty anxiety medicine.]

The other is obviously Lanny Barbie, a very pretty woman and June 2003’s Penthouse Pet. Lanny takes it in the ass but, alas, her rectum is ill-served by a partner that resembles Pee Wee Herman and lensmanship that doesn’t quite have the style, the accuracy or the edge for what this show’s trying to be or accomplish. On an elementary level, arms, legs and other limbs swing into the picture at all the wrong times. Colors are gratingly off key and scenes literally blow out.

By the same token, Julian, another pretty girl masturbates in her scene and almost literally turns into an orange grove. Similarly, Erika Cole suffers fate by a different hand. In a screwy, going nowhere bondage scenario that appears to have been dipped in red gel, Erika’s strapped to a table, a prisoner of a ranting and raving Uncle Howie, who’s not a very attractive man to say the least and leaves us pondering why he might be wearing the type of elbow high rubber gloves worn in sewage plants.

Common sense might also dictate that since Erika is the prettier of the two and has a body worth slobbering after, the camera, at least out of charity, might grant us a Cole moment or more to savor. Which isn’t the case, as you’ll bear witness to some of the most self-indulgent ham & egging solicited by an old cuss since King Lear. In another scene, the inscrutably Asian A.J. Kahn and Maria Brianna, who has Vandalia legs without the tattoos, look like they might be working up to something warm together in a recording studio, but tactically veer off for separate masturbation episodes both of which get a wave of the so-so hand. In summation: beautiful girls, shaky camera work, too much improvising. Get the picture?

Given that Butler has obvious free reign of his between scenes commentary, he remains thoroughly neutral as film critic but very one-sided as an opinionated male chauvinist. Which, give the man his due, is his stock-in-trade. In what’s almost a WWE zoom-in, zoom-out interview style, Butler’s the size of a beefy wrestler, anyway, but maybe we could have done without the Hulk Hogan flexing routine that comes along with it. After Jerry’s kids have all been tucked into bed, Butler’s got the floor to himself and occupies virtually the last quarter of the show by fielding questions from off-camera while making free-associations about other porn stars he’s worked with. It’s almost as if Raw Talent had become this bizarre niteclub act. Except under stricter guidelines, Jerry would had to have kept his shirt on.


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