Girlvana #3
Mike Quasar is making a habit of delivering great all-girl porn; the Girlvana series is a real achievement in porn, not least in that is consistently fresh in an industry in which repeated iterations of an idea are often totally indistinguishable, each from the last. Quasar, who ran the camera for the first Girlvana and put on the director's hat for the second, has brought a couple of good ideas to the franchise. One is the color-theming of the girls lingerie, and another is the idea of giving each of the two discs in the case a different theme. In Girlvana #2, the first disc was full of good girls and the second full of bad ones (the difference, apparently, being toys -- bad girls fuck each other with dildos, whereas good girls use only what the good Lord gave them. Girlvana #3 takes a different approach, being divided into blonde and brunette discs (in the BTS footage, the idea is broached that blondes are good and brunettes are bad, although if we are judging things on any conventional moral scale, all of them are going to hell for exactly the same offenses).
In the same way that the two discs in Girlvana 2 reflected each other's themes by containing exactly the same scenes and setups, the new volume revisits the conceit by offering up a blonde-filled "Weekend at Kellemarie's," in a bright, sunny house with white walls and open spaces, and a brunette-themed "Weekend at Francesca's," which takes place in a darker locale -- dark wood floors, dim lighting, lots of brick. Both discs together come to four hours and ten minutes of sex footage -- 1.58 for the blondes and 2.12 for the brunettes, with separate behind-the-scenes footage for each disc -- so what you're getting is really two full movies in one package. Quasar's behind the scenes sequences are particularly enjoyable -- he's funny and personable, and he keeps everyone laughing.
There isn't any point in taking the "laundry list" approach to a movie like Girlvana, trying to list every act and every position. For one thing, the presence of so many girls makes for what Daffy Duck once called "pronoun trouble;" for another, the sheer volume of activities would make for a review longer than Puma Swede's legs but much less interesting.
Speaking of Puma Swede: I am not ordinarily one to go for the tall blonde Barbie doll type that she represents so completely. However, Mike Quasar has assembled a flock of the kind of blondes that give a good name to California -- Swede, Nikki Benz, and Annette Schwarz are the biggest names, but Riley Evans and Holly Morgan are here too, and they're not just lying around. Kellemarie, whose house we are to believe we are visiting for the weekend, is a saucy Brit who has also invited Cassie Young, Lena Nicole and Abbey Brooks along for the party, and a fine party it is. The nine girls congregate in bathrooms, parlors, and bedrooms to get their lesbian love on, and every scene is chockablock with big tits, wet pussies, fine asses, and every other thing you might hope to find aboard a buxom, beautiful blonde.
The brunette disc is even more star-studded, featuring as it does AVN Hall of Fame denizens Francesca Le and Stephanie Swift, as well as current chart-toppers Rebeca Linares, Audrey Bitoni, Tory Lane and Franchezca Valentina. Less well-known but just as worth the watching are Amber Rayne, Mikayla, Zoe Britton and Regan Reese. Remember when I said blondes weren't so much my type? Well, I wouldn't say I'm particular to any hair color, but I do have a thing for girls with tattoos and weirdly tinted black hair, too much eyeliner and too many piercings. I like punks and alt-girls and rave chicks -- girls with flaws and quirks and weird or no fashion sense -- and Regan Reese can eat cookies in my bed anytime. She's a busty, dissolute-looking little slattern with the look of a fallen daddy's girl, and her scene with Rebeca Linares is my favorite of all of them, although anything Francesca Le does is worth looking at it in my book. Francesca -- it's her house, after all -- manages to get a finger in every scene, and I couldn't be happier about that, at least in the context of an all-girl movie.
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