Attention! Cum-Shower Warning!

Maybe one lonely evening when the wife is at her mother’s and the kids are sleeping over with friends, your mind might start to wander back to the strange allure of that dark alley distinguished only by a trail of dubious fluids and anomalous odours, the alley that leads to the GGG studio. So it’s on with the dirty mac and the dark glasses as we slip furtively into the night…

My personal interest in this movie is squarely on Daniela, a busty German brunette who made a pleasing contribution to Rocco’s Ibiza-based adventures. It’s not so much that I find her particularly attractive – more to do with the fact that her short-haired, anti-glam image runs against the type that I’d naturally expect to see in porn, never mind the usual GGG mayhem (actually, she’s even performed in some natursekt movies). It’s like seeing the local librarian getting gangbanged in a swinger’s club. Would this all be half as interesting without such prejudices, assumptions and expectations?

The problem is that, actually, it’s not that interesting anyway. Attention… is only just over an hour long, but at times it feels an awful lot longer. The first scene offers unfulfilled promise – in the opening minutes that feature Daniela and Maria, another attractive, black-stockinged brunette, being soundly shafted by some of the usual assertive studs, it seems like director Thompson might have learned some lessons about editing a scene to relieve his movies’ sometimes ponderous pace, specifically in the sex that leads up to the customary eruption of come. If you’d only ever seen the trailers for GGG, you’d be amazed to discover how rare the frantic situation they present actually is in the movies themselves.

Daniela’s heavy, oiled tits swing free from her corset in time to the rapid rhythm of the hefty pounding and the fast flow is only interrupted by Daniela to admit to being a little worried about ensuing multiple ejaculations, delivered onto her face, tongue and boobs by anonymous guys, and shared in a come kiss with Maria. The whole affair ends with a little more fast fucking that leaves Daniela breathing heavily but still smiling.

So all’s good and well, but I should have anticipated a turn for the worst when I see the next girl, an uncredited brunette, performing one of those supposedly seductive dance/strip sequences that Thompson insists on including. Even with all that goes on it’s still embarrassing. The girl, who with her long legs and perky breasts very, very vaguely reminds me of Deborah Wells (don’t put too much faith in that comparison) is athletically screwed by more anonymous cocksmen over virtually every piece of wipe-clean furniture in the studio, and willingly indulges in some messy play with excess come and a plastic tube. Yet it’s all very ponderous before we eventually arrive at the novelty come conclusion, and most annoyingly the scene is peppered with the usual exhortations to take part in a GGG production, and even an advert for another movie this girl appears in. One to avoid, then, Mr Thompson.

It’s only when the guys pick up the pace in Daniela’s return visit to the studio that the sex is even sporadically thrilling. Some mildly inventive shots of Daniela’s lush tits provide modest additional interest before guys cluster round to pump thick loads on her face, and more follows during the concluding sex that sees Daniela lap come from her glistening globes. And then, as suddenly as it began, it’s over.

In conclusion…

My love-hate relationship with these movies continues. While they offer the chance to peep into some infernal netherworld of debauchery, Thompson’s limited imagination couples with his relentlessly commercial sensibility (the last scene features several cutaways to box covers from other GGG/JT flicks, positioned strategically on set!) to render some theoretically outrageous action utterly banal. I might like to ponder where these women come from, why they do it and what they get out of the experience. Are they erotic explorers, pushing the boundaries of sexual freedom? Frankly such questions are rendered facile by that background sound you constantly hear throughout this movie – no, not the masturbating men, but Thompson rubbing his hands with glee at the thought of viel geld from another money-spinning production. And that’s not to mention the cheapness of the disc production, with no extras to speak of and a so-so NTSC transfer.

So we slip back into the night, feeling a little dirty, a little guilty and certainly unfulfilled. Somehow the experience never quite matches up to the allure of the neon lights and bright billboards and we ask ourselves, why we keep coming back. Ever get the feeling you’ve been cheated?