Title: Naked and Famous Studio: Pulse Pictures Director: Jack the Zipper, Kimberly Kane Cast: Alec Knight, Angel Baby, Charlotte Stokely, Dana Vispoli, Dani Woodward, Faith, James Deen, Kimberly Kane, Lexi Love, Mary Jane, Mr. Marcus, Otto Bauer, Roxy Jezel Genres:: Big Tits, Girl/Girl, Interracial, Menage a trois, Public Sex, Strap-On, Toys Condoms: No Reviewer: Don Luis

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I remember now, why it is that I love NYC so much. It's really the little things, stuff you wouldn't actually be able to appreciate unless you've lived here for so many years that you've forgotten everything else. But let me try to give you a little taste. Longtime residents and, likewise, down-home natives are almost entirely desensitized to the strange goings on of the street as we zip through life frantically punching buttons on our crackberry, swilling super-ultra-uber-caffeinated latte with skim milk, foam and Splenda from the latest coffee bar on the way to multi-task in the future space concept of 'office.' So, when we run past two people shagging in front of a camera in the shadows of the Penn Station railyards, our general reaction is 'what, they couldn't get a room?.' But that would entirely belittle Jack the Zipper's genius in producing this film, and truth be told, there is another, quite seedier side of NYC that still exists, try as Hizzoner might to bash it completely into nonexistence. The artistic spirit of the city (the one that thrives just below the 180 bpm pulse of the aforementioned corporate society) is alive and well, thank you very much, and thank the gods that it is.

After a red-hued magazine clipping opening reminiscent of at once Law and Order and Conspiracy Theory, Jack takes us straight to the action. And with heavyweights Dana Vispoli AND Mr. Marcus in the same scene, fireworks are bound to fly. Helped along by newcummer Faith, the two make ample use of what I can only guess is a Midtown hotel room, Marcus ensuring that he presses the nubile nymphette firmly against the glass as he ravages her from behind, then supporting her midair as she bounces off of him and he leans back against the picture window. What the other patrons must have thought during the filming...

The film is one long series of interesting encounters, with tiny vignettes that happen in locales along the way, one example of which is with NYC Local celebrity Angel Baby. Anyone who used to frequent Latin Quarter, or whatever it was called before that, will recognize the honey-kissed skin and trademark dreadlocks. She and a Souxie and the Banshees wigged Kimberly Kane play out a tryst in the abandoned train yards within clear view of the skyscrapers familiar to the West side. After a good deal of preliminaries where Angel Baby shows off the flexibility for which she is famous, she gets out the clear silicone strap on and does Kane right, a clear reversal of fortune since Kane plays an ill tempered Dominatrix through most of the rest of the scenes.

Fans of mid-80s Bauhaus videos will appreciate Charlotte Stokely's scene with frequent partner James Deen. It starts out with her wearing little more than the ankle length chiffon skirt, and heavy black eye makeup, striking a number of revealing poses during a particularly bright afternoon so that it appears the background is completely blown out. The balcony she's on is bordered by horizontal steel bars, and has all the trappings of the old school spooky gothic videos shot in 8 or 16 mm black and white. Stokely drags herself, zombie like to a cluttered room with post punk band posters pasted to the walls, paint missing in several places, and a day bed perched atop an antique and showing its age thin tube frame. Deen appears and feeds his member through the bars at the foot of the bed, and supernatural spooky sex begins. There is strangely no talking during this segment, though the guitar heavy grinding soundtrack does just a fine job of communicating what each one is thinking. Once the cycle of spiritual purification is complete, Deen drops dollops of dew on dear dolly's delightful countenance, and with the gleam of the rivulets, it appears she's crying pearls.

So much more happens here, including several interspersed domination scenes with Kimberly Kane and others, Betty Paige-style photo shoots, multiple glory holes in a basement, and the list goes on, and I have quite simply run out of space. However, not to despair, a thorough visualization of the best of NYC's perversions awaits you, with the simple click of a button.