Reviewed by Don Luis
Welcome to the second incarnation of Joanna’s Angels! If you saw the first one, you know that you can only look forward to more of the nastiest sex to be caught on camera featuring überhot, tattooed and pierced post-punk girls and the guys who love them, hard rock soundtracks, and properly placed political commentary in the midst of Rocky Horror Picture Show-esque dialogue. Returning to the screen are the Brooklyn based talent’s favorites in the industry: James Deen, Mr. Marcus, Sabrina Sparx, Kylee Kross, and Tommy Pistol, along with newcummers Pixie Pearl and Charlotte Stokely.
The premise of the movie is simple: Mr. Marcus (here as president Marcus) arrives to his office in the morning to find a ransom note offering to exchange his precious daughter in for the destruction of all things ‘alt’ in America. Realizing the offender’s actions are bent on belittling a certain bevy of beauties, and that the same are likely the only ones capable of salvaging the situation, the Prez gets on the red phone and orders a direct line to Ms. Joanna herself.
She arrives to the scene and jumps excitedly into James’ arms squealing with excitement, and proceeds to get debriefed by the pair who are seriously considering cutting off all access to the ‘L’ train to Brooklyn in order to prevent ‘alt’ from escaping to the masses. Acting as an alternate point of entry to the scene, Joanna proceeds to debrief the chief and his leading lad, and in a parenthetical display of patriotism (we can’t allow the enemy to know too much about what’s going on now, can we?) she allows herself to be penetrated by the Prez and his main man.
Notable appearances come in the form of Dana DeArmond, another noble of the ‘net whose fame for her involvement in all things alternative (see her myriad videos on fuckingmachines.com as well as her own website: danadearmond.com) in a three way scene with Sabrina Sparx and Tommy Pistol as they attempt to undo the brainwashing of her kidnappers by making her come. Dana’s feral, growling assgasm is priceless for the penitent of posterior penetration.
Also, watch for camera angles so tight you can almost measure the gauge of her guiche. Pinky Lee plays President Marcus’ intern to whom he’s said “it’s Tuesday, you’re always Monica on Tuesday” far too many times as she deep throats the big man beneath the great seal of the president: an enormous outline of a rooster on the otherwise official looking blue background with stenciled letters. Their amorous encounter is cut short by the appearance of Kylee Kross whose objective it is to ensure the president that his case is being handled in a timely fashion.
Visual antics and politically incorrect parlance abound here, and agent Kylee begs the bellowing behemoth of a man to cum inside her. How could he possibly refuse? The beautiful gem on her clit hood piercing sparkles as the presidential privilege streams its way down her still soaked inseam and spills onto the floor. Fortunately for our players, Ken Starr is no longer a serious consideration.
The wrap-up sex scene is one you will have to see to believe, creating a cartoon-esque precedent for key props magically appearing from off screen, and another Joanna anal sex scene that puts her in the realm of greats such as Gia Paloma in terms of resilience.
Fans of the Joanna's Angels will be very satisfied with the follow up, this picture satisfies with images of all things ‘alt’ spilling from the horn of plenty. Much as they frequently get lost in the campiness of it all, stark societal cynicism slices through the scenes with a skirt-shrouded switchblade.
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