Title: Tales from the Strip Studio: Jill Kelly Director: Lozo De Hahn Cast: Livia Taylor, Judit, Michelle, Blonde Hexe, Veronica, Mano, Ricardo Bell, Black Rock, Simon Balaze, and Christopher Genres:: Eastern European, Anal, Blondes, Brunettes, Cumshots, European, Natural breasts, Oral Condoms: No Reviewer: SexHerald Staff

Rating:

I was deceived by the cover of .Tales From the Strip.. For whatever reason the strip I thought they were talking about was in Las Vegas or maybe even Atlantic City. Nope. The strip in question isn.t in the U.S. at all but rather in Hungary, somewhere near Budapest. Once I grasped the setting, I knew I was in for the straight forward fucking kind of film that Eastern Europe is known for. True to the mold, after a little introduction from a mistress who does her best to appear seductive, we are told the stories of five of the girls in her little brothel. The look of the film is completely what one might expect from a post-Communistic country; the lighting is often dim, the music the type one might expect in an elevator, and the actresses are less than stellar looking. The tagline from the cover reads .what happens on the strip stays on the strip.. I wish it had.

Each brief story is a day in the life of a Hungarian hooker. The first involves a lady with an interesting dye job, a guy who bears a passing resemblance to Eminem, and a limo. He fucks her every which way, including anal, before cumming on her tits, all in the confines of the back seat. Then he leaves her back on the side of the road where he found her where she starts to look for her next John. While they manage some aggressiveness during a side fuck, most of the scene is passionless, thereby accurately reflecting a hooker.s job. It.s work after all, and this couple makes it look like such.

The rest of the scenes are equally passionless with the exception of the episode with Michelle. Here the director goes for the element of romance, with a bed strewn with rose petals and Michelle wearing a feathered mask. She and her partner have sex in various positions before he cums on her tits. In the morning she wakes to wonder if it was a dream, but finds a box with a string of pearls in it on the bedside table, reassuring her that what happened was real. Right, as if such things happen outside of movies like .Pretty Woman.. The sex wasn.t bad in this scene though, and I got a chuckle out of the note Michelle receives with the key to the hotel room that reads .Meat me at Amor Hotel.. Gotta love poor translations. If any scene in the film were to stand out, it would be this one, but that accolade is dim given what it is compared to.

By the time the Madame bids us adieu, I was more than ready to press stop. I found the film more depressing than arousing and was uninspired by any of the action. The architectural vistas in the film were beautiful; the feminine were less so. These stories were best left untold.