Devoured Review

Reviewed by Diville  on  1/7/2001

Starring: Silvia Saint, Felicia, Julie Meadows, Bunny Luv, Nikta Denise, Mark Davis, Dale DaBone, Alec Metro, Voodoo Child

Directed By: Nicholas Steele

First, know this: I need Silvia Saint like a monkey needs monkey food. If you've seen her, you know what I mean; if you haven't, then you will. Saint may own the hottest body in porn right now, but better than that, she's willing to just about anything with it to please her audience. Devoured, from Adam & Eve's Premium Collection does not push her to her nastiest limits, but when you look the way she does you don't have to be depraved to draw attention to yourself. In fact, you barely even have to be conscious.

Devoured is couple's porn, but it isn't boring porn. Mark Davis plays the part of a wealthy "business man," who when presented the opportunity to strike a deal with Saint, finds that his interests are more than just professional. He dispatches a private investigator to learn more about her, and that's what sets the story in motion. It doesn't matter so much what the investigator finds out, just so long as what he discovers is sexual in nature.

This is Silivia's movie, so it's nice to see her get the lion's share of screen time. Her first scene is an outdoor encounter with Dale DaBone which does a good job showing off her incredible body. It's hard to imagine that someone like her is made of the same basic genetic material as someone like Ron Jeremy, but DNA is a funny thing that way. Where his went terribly wrong, hers took a turn toward perfection. After several positions, DaBone fires a fairly weak facial at point blank range. This must not have been his first orgasm of the day seeing as how most other healthy men might have produced results more reminiscent of the Zapruder film.

There's also an outdoor fling with Felicia. I have an uncanny ability to divine the taste of a woman's pussy without ever having met her, and my senses tell me that Silvia Saint taste's like Creme Brulee. If I'm wrong, then you'd never know it by the way Felicia goes after her.

Of course, there's more sex here than what Silvia offers, but most of it pales in comparison, with the possible exception of Julie Meadows' pool table fuck with the extraordinarily fortunate DaBone. Meadows, for some reason, reminds me of mainstream actress Julia Stiles, which I mean as a good thing. But her performance here is anything but mainstream. At your local cineplex, you're unlikely to see actresses with semen on their faces, but you do here.

There are other people having sex, too, and though I wouldn't go so far as to say your time is wasted watching them, I would describe their scenes as filler--something to flesh things out until Silvia returns for the finale with Mark Davis. And because any other praise I can lavish on her would make me look like an obsessed stalker I won't. But you know I want to.

This is not a perfect movie, and it's couple's oriented attitude may not be for everyone. Mark Davis' narration is laughable, but these are minor complaints. One doesn't watch a Silvia Saint movie for the dialogue. Hell, English isn't even her first language. Devoured isn't meant to appeal to your ears, or even your brain for that matter. It's made for your eyes and maybe a