U.S. fetish video directors tend to fall into a rut -tiresome soft-core shots of busty women straining against their bonds, whimpering through their ball-gags or hopping around with their ankles tied together. After watching a few thousand of these cheap-jack adventures, one is ready to scream, or to turn to talented Brit pornographers for something fresh.
I've seen perhaps a third of Kendo's voluminous output, most of it sub par, but occasionally a winner emerges. This is the goofiest of his features, a crazy, jaw-dropping all-girl fetish Western, which I will cover briefly as it is almost indescribable.
Dominated literally by Lolly Badcock, one of England's premiere sexual fruitcakes who has teamed often with Mr. K, whose real name is Kenneth Docherty per another early video where he came clean. She plays a trigger-happy sheriff, who likes to hump girls when she's not killing them. The cheap sets and okay exteriors shot somewhere in the UK actually are suitable atmosphere for this nearly wall-to-wall sexual nonsense, not recommended for the Adult Cinema beginner, but rather for someone who thinks he's seen 'em all.
Five lengthy vignettes incorporate all the stuff that made Ken a top- drawer fetish director locally before he expanded into more mainstream projects for daring! Media, Private and Dorcel. The fetish gear is mixed in with Western costuming, and even a very attractive busty girl dressed in Pocahantas clothing (looks like she shopped at Ricky's) for a lusty lesbian 3-way in a hay loft that was the highlight of the show for me.
Top talent gives Lolly support and cannot be sneezed at, including Alica Rhodes, Poppy Morgan, Renee Richards and delightful jail-bait Suzie Best. An added strangeness is that several of the dildos employed are shaped like toy guns.
My favorite director from the turn of this century, Bud Lee, gets an "executive in charge of production" credit which has to be phony, as he merely worked with the crum-bum U.S. distributor Spice Studios, which buried this goofball gem rather than properly marketing it. Advice to porn connoisseurs: keep searching those virtual remainder bins, as you never know what great work of art avoided detection (or failed to earn as many industry "awards" as Brad Armstrong on an off-day).
I've seen perhaps a third of Kendo's voluminous output, most of it sub par, but occasionally a winner emerges. This is the goofiest of his features, a crazy, jaw-dropping all-girl fetish Western, which I will cover briefly as it is almost indescribable.
Dominated literally by Lolly Badcock, one of England's premiere sexual fruitcakes who has teamed often with Mr. K, whose real name is Kenneth Docherty per another early video where he came clean. She plays a trigger-happy sheriff, who likes to hump girls when she's not killing them. The cheap sets and okay exteriors shot somewhere in the UK actually are suitable atmosphere for this nearly wall-to-wall sexual nonsense, not recommended for the Adult Cinema beginner, but rather for someone who thinks he's seen 'em all.
Five lengthy vignettes incorporate all the stuff that made Ken a top- drawer fetish director locally before he expanded into more mainstream projects for daring! Media, Private and Dorcel. The fetish gear is mixed in with Western costuming, and even a very attractive busty girl dressed in Pocahantas clothing (looks like she shopped at Ricky's) for a lusty lesbian 3-way in a hay loft that was the highlight of the show for me.
Top talent gives Lolly support and cannot be sneezed at, including Alica Rhodes, Poppy Morgan, Renee Richards and delightful jail-bait Suzie Best. An added strangeness is that several of the dildos employed are shaped like toy guns.
My favorite director from the turn of this century, Bud Lee, gets an "executive in charge of production" credit which has to be phony, as he merely worked with the crum-bum U.S. distributor Spice Studios, which buried this goofball gem rather than properly marketing it. Advice to porn connoisseurs: keep searching those virtual remainder bins, as you never know what great work of art avoided detection (or failed to earn as many industry "awards" as Brad Armstrong on an off-day).