Germany’s DBM studio was once regarded as a powerhouse of hardcore porn, but in recent years its reputation, from my perspective at least, seems to have taken a nosedive through the choice of a curious and rather cheap approach to the DVD market. Their focus seems to have been squarely on a seemingly endless morass of compilations culled from an extensive back catalogue, into which any new releases appear to have sunk without trace.
The DBM Classics series was a welcome improvement, each edition highlighting two frequently mismatched movies, but this is better – a two disc set from the Tornado series, with similar editions from the other lines like Electra, Obsession and Ero magazine out now too.
Made By Fist
David Perry and Franck Versace are students on a country break who end up at a charming pension where the holes of maid Djamilla (AKA Debora Coeur, queen of bizarre action!) are readily available to all guests. This slim brunette once again demonstrates her amazing flexibility in a scene where she’s fisted and sodomised, treated to double penetration and double vaginal before being showered with the lads come. Meanwhile sexy blonde Charlene Spark is involved in a deeply kinky encounter where she uses chocolate – you can imagine what this looks like – to facilitate insertion of assorted kitchen utensils into her male partner’s anus, following these up with her fist. He responds by administering a milk enema that she struggles to expel on his face.
Perry then hooks up with Magella, a very attractive and youthful curly-haired blonde, whose sensational legs in black nylons – alluring lingerie and hosiery are strong points of the movie – in another spicy anal scene that only gets hotter with Charlene’s intervention. Her creative approach to food sees her use butter to ease her fist’s path into the young blonde’s snatch, Perry’s prick still firmly embedded in her anus. The girl returns the fisting favour to Charlene before the girls ultimately share Perry’s come with some evident enjoyment.
Similarly, the parallel encounter depicted sees Djamilla enjoying some of the movie’s strongest action in a simply amazing fisting scene with Duna Corrado (I presume), a pale black haired lass purporting to be a rock singer. Guess what they do with the microphone.
As if one fist wasn’t enough, the girl inserts two hands into Djamilla’s astonishingly flexible pussy, then slips one into her ass. The key thing is that the fisting is vigorous, as though done for real, not for show, and this remarkable action does make the closing minutes, where the black haired girl is fisted a little before being fucked by Franck, seem a little tame by comparison. Anal sex is performed with a condom, but the twist is that she drains Franck’s load from the rubber into her mouth.
Filmed with modest technical proficiency and minimal artistic creativity, the fast-paced movie covers its subject matter with clinical thoroughness, though sometimes I was just dying for a more naturalistic antidote to this somewhat static camera style – not likely, as this is very much characteristic of the approach taken throughout these movies.
A brunette woman, who I believe to be Ira Vaillant, arrives to check up on the repairs to her car, but ends up with Philippe Soine’s dick in her ass and Rodolph Antrim’s fist in her pussy. En route to his point, Soine also sticks a tool of the metallic variety into her asshole, cutaway blue tights permitting easy access to her nether regions.
Her friend Julie Mirage turns up and is swiftly inveigled in supplying Philippe Dean and Rodolph (credited as Ruud Bilux) with lewd oral and some anal sex, the arrival of which is delayed by some slightly turgid straight shagging which at least serves to highlight her curvy body and lush tits. It also highlights Gabriel Pontello’s frequently dogmatic directorial style. The brunette joins Dean and Julie and gives Julie a fisting, then receives a milk enema from Julie’s ass into her mouth.
Meanwhile a couple (Valérie Reims – I guess, looks like Valerie Burago – and what could be David Perry, though his obligatory credit could simply be down to an arcane French labour law that made it illegal to shoot a movie without David Perry in the cast) have arrived to check out a Range Rover that’s so roomy that Philippe Soine can join them for an overly drawn out anal threesome, which has an odd addendum, perhaps the movie’s most bizarre of bizarre moments: after the guys have washed their dicks in a sink, the woman takes her turn, but Raffaella Anderson (as Raffaella Rizzi) just so happens to wander in to have a quick girl-girl clinch and sink a bunch of fives into Valérie’s freshly-washed snatch.
Rafaela then meets up with Dean for a laboured sex session that really lacks the passion I can only imagine they were trying to convey by having her hanging off the wire – indeed the general enthusiasm of Made by Fist is largely missing here, illustrated as Ponti (AKA former smooth star Gabriel Pontello...however did he end up so jaded?) indulges in another drawn out number to round the movie out. Julie and Ira seduce a forklift driver and end up being sodomised and fisted respectively on the forks of the truck, an awkward spot meaning the performers appear as concerned with falling over as getting off. The fisting is performed with a minimum of interest, and shows the downside of the act, indeed much porn – done for novelty alone it can quickly become as dull as anything else.