WWW- She's been around for a minute, maybe a hot minute by porn standards, but however belated, my deep appreciation for Audrey Hollander (flirty pic; cute or perhaps disturbing pic; sexy pic) must be recognized.
Today's flick, the intermittently brilliant Built for Filth (1st Strike), might not be her best work--I'm still corralling movies of hers--but her elemental appeal is in full force. She is indeed a "filthy" but still adorable gonzo queen, as my previous favorites have been--Aurora Snow, Ashley Blue -with tremendous oral skills and breathtaking, obviously sincere enthusiasm for what, in another starlet's understandably trembling hands, might seem like degrading acts.
But more than all of this, the thing that draws my attention so ineluctably to her, whether browsing movies on XonDemand or Googling porn star pics, is this powerfully simple fact: The girl has freckles. Lots of 'em. And red--curly red--hair. If you don't desperately wish you could take a roll in the clover with her (I'm talking to you too, college-loosened ladies), then you obviously have something against the Irish, and next time I see you in O'Connor's, I'm rudely avoiding eye contact.
In this scene, Audrey (who I believe, by the way, has one of the most tasteful, well-done sets of fakies I've yet had the pleasure of frowningly examining) takes one guy in her mouth and another in her ass, which interestingly already contains a sizable butt plug, but forget all that because I'd like to highlight the cumshots. Down on her knees, of course, Audrey is captured close-up, but not overly close-up, as she gazes hopefully, hungrily upward, her blue eyes shining. A fair amount winds up in her mouth, but some especially sticky, thick goo coats her chin and plops onto the inside of her left thigh. This slippery, separated stuff she scoops up and sucks down in a few elaborate movements. It's speaks to the subtleties of porn that this finale--my description of with could go for practically any cumshot--is such a shining moment. That look. I don't know that you can call it acting, but it contains something like the emanating power that a good Hollywood actress or actor controls. It says: Feed me.
I'd stop there, but there's a truly terrific scene, starring Bianca Pureheart, that seems to organically extend from the innocent-plus King Arthur's Roundtable name she's chosen for herself. It's simple: the scene opens with her clad in a nice little party dress, sitting on a bed with a handsome, well-dressed man. The man, who has an accent I can't quite identify, is giving his pitch, as if they'd just come into one of their apartments after a night on the town. He's tells her he's European, and that in Europe, the dating works differently--you can guess the rest. A mite cheesy, I know. But he's going through the charm-her motions--she was obviously interested from the start, and his little pep talk gives her a few moments to be coy. They kiss. They disrobe. They move fully onto the bed, where she mounts him, and they go on to have very conventional, extremely hot sex. He pumps from below and before long she's going wolf-shit wild, but by then, I'd already succumbed to the come-on, the few moments that nodded at realism while barelling towards that most exciting inevitability. It's called a vignette, and done right, they work better than any other form of porn yet half-heartedly invented by man.
