Gobble the Goop Review

Reviewed by The Magus  on  1/8/2005

I assumed that this title was a compilation of John Leslie’s various series, but it’s not. Instead we have a new cameraman, Kevin Moore, filling in, although Leslie is credited with editing, producing and directing. It’s an all blowjob movie with the emphasis on swallowing loads.

Unfortunately the tedium inherent in such a strict format is not overcome, despite the presence of some super hot babes. Moore’s camera work is uninspired and misses much of the best deep throat action. He shoots from the back of the girls head too much, and often from too far away. Ninety per cent of the time the girls are squatting, or on their knees, turning constantly to suck on one of three or four dicks offered to her. At least he doesn’t shoot into any windows, but I have to admit Leslie’s name on the title is misleading. It sure doesn’t look like a Leslie movie.

Of the seven scenes (8 girls) my favorite one features Marie Luv, the most bodacious black chick in many a blue moon. She goes the extra inch in the tonsil massaging sweepstakes, and sheds many tears of cock gagging joy. A precious moment occurs when Marie, gagging constantly, withdraws from her long schlonger, and gasps heartily for mother air, then laughs at the jutzpah of it all.

Keri Sable is too beautiful for words, with one of her dudes paying more attention to frigging and licking her pussy and asshole. Keri bravely takes all four of her jizz bombs on her tongue before swallowing. Alexis Malone and Crystal Ray give standout efforts, with Alexis’s opening tease a delight as she opens her pink moist pussy for our inspection and enjoyment. Sativa Rose and Brandy Lyons also provide wood. The disappointment is the Holly Wellin/ Layla Rivera scene. Layla is gaunt, nay, bony to the max. The camera floats to Layla too much, even though Holly is by far the more interesting cocksucker.

Actually the camera never seemed too sure where to go in any of the scenes. A tentative, unimaginative cameraman in a BJ movie is like a finger mark on a newly painted wall. It just doesn’t belong there.