Rocco: Animal Trainer 19

19 numbers down, and Animal Trainer is still on the prowl. It’s perhaps understandable that there are few performers who bring the kind of passion, intensity and willingness to submit to Rocco’s games that the likes of Kelly Stafford, Amanda Angel, Catherine Count, Sylvia Sun and Jessica Fiorentino brought to those early editions, but nonetheless it does seem that it’s only on rare occasions that Animal Trainer has approached those thrilling heights. Maybe it’s just the memory of those scorching scenes that seemed to fill every one of the first half-dozen or so of this series (and to think I even managed to pick fault with them) that has made much of what followed seem, at times, somewhat humdrum.

Angelina Sweet & Lili
This time out Rocco has a new and fascinating plaything in Angelina Sweet, a slim, pretty young brunette whose youthful looks are in puzzling contrast to her “tattoos and fishnets” image, and more importantly her evident complicity in all manner of strictly adult activities. The opening of the scene duly makes dubious capital of her innocent appearance – there’s more than a touch of Lolita in having her singing nursery rhymes while perched on a swing, and continuing to do so as she’s handcuffed and encouraged to gobble down Mike Chapman’s hefty dong.

Still, a taste for this sort of delicious perversity – the stark juxtaposition of youth and beauty with the throat stuffed with cock or the sweet mouth filled with sex toys freshly withdrawn from another woman’s ass – marks Rocco out from the crowd and makes his movies worth watching, albeit not consistently enough for my liking. The crucial factor here is that it’s not the acts themselves that matter, but their context and the reaction to them from the cast.

Therefore it’s disappointing that his more outré acts or casting choices seem to elicit a facile response from certain sectors, characterising him as the ringmaster of some kind of freak show, because from my perspective it’s his attention to detail and his empathy with his performers that allows him to pick up on the little details of reactions and response in the situations he creates, which produce those fine little cameo moments I look for.

Back to the matter at hand – let’s skip quickly through Rocco’s arrival at this “music school” with a couple of wannabe studs in tow. These lads hardly distinguish themselves in action with curvy blonde Lili, another fishnet clad sexpot with a taste for strong sex. The guys come quickly and the action feels disjointed.

Things really only pick up when Rocco takes charge, encouraging the girls to gorge on sex toys and perform deeply unhygienic feats with large anal beads. The most amazing thing is the way this little girl Angelina, who I’d only seen before in a so-so scene for Christoph Clark, really seems to get off on the strong action, with spanking, face slaps, anal and a big dick in her throat that visibly makes her pussy moisten. Extraordinary!

While the assertive men provide a stern test for the girls, one they gladly meet in some spicy sex, the down side is that Chapman hams it up as usual in a somewhat sketchy role as “music school teacher”. His frequent appearances in Rocco’s flicks of late being a consistent detraction, fortunately, after the opening minutes, Chapman is somewhat marginalized as the master holds court once again.

Daniela, Jamie Brooks & Silvia Lancome
Next, Rocco is off to sunnier climes for a scene that appears to originate circa the shoot for Rocco Ravishes Ibiza. There’s some good fun with a heavy-busted German brunette, Daniela, Jamie Brooks, a swimming pool, some spray cream and Kid Jamaica’s cock. Some good-natured horseplay escalates into a freewheeling sex session (it’s just a damn tease that absolute superstar sex bomb Gina Jolie briefly hovers on the fringe of events). Daniella and Jamie stuff their faces full of Brazilian beef and take in some robust shagging in various positions around the pool and terrace at this rather fetching villa location.

I do like Jamie a lot – her attitude is great and it’s hard to doubt she’s really into the action, as supposedly she wasn’t even meant to be doing a scene that day. Yeah, right! It’s just a shame about the totally unnecessary boob job. Daniella, on the other hand, was truly blessed by nature with a fabulous natural rack that bulges invitingly from a white zip-up swimsuit – I was keen to see her get more hands on, but sadly she gets a little left out.

This is especially true when, still sexy as hell, Silvia Lancôme turns up in a slinky pink dress and offers her deep throating skills and wonderful, wonderful ass to Mr Jamaica. Jamie also seems to really hit it off with her and the two of them (especially Silvia’s glowingly tanned backside) are the focus of the lion’s share of the ensuing action. There’s some ever-so-naughty ass-to-mouth too before Jamaica’s load is shared out by the girls in some messy kisses. Perhaps not the best scene ever shot, but nonetheless it has a reasonably fresh, spontaneous feel that’s most welcome.

Katsumi
Finally, in a scene that seems to be an out-take from the muddled Who Fucked Rocco?, following directly from the poolside scenario where Mike Chapman took on Katsumi in her warrior guise, the French superstar is surrounded by a gang of guys dressed like Bond villain henchmen. Andrea Moranti says this isn’t a dream, and you best believe it as the five guys (Moranti, with Omar Galanti, Jazz Duro, Antonio Ross and Robert Chivas) set about Katsumi with gusto in a fast-paced gangbang scene.

Though pretty tough stuff, it’s actually relatively brief by comparison with the mammoth affairs that precede it, but given Katsumi’s often-exposed ability to absorb the hard stuff it’s doubtful this will live long in the memory. Plenty of hard driving anal, DP and deep throat action is spiced up with fairly rough handling for the star turn, with a little bit of spit n’ slap dished out by the grunting guys. Lovely.

Overall
If I was being really cynical I’d suggest Animal Trainer 19 has more than just a faint whiff of leftovers about it, but set against the context of the paint-by-numbers smut that is all too readily given undeserved praise, leftovers or not this still offers a few tasty treats in a generally patchy production – they’re in there, but you’ll have to look hard enough. Rocco still manages to achieve that sense of cracked reality rather than cheap contrivance – most of the time – which I still appreciate, even if the portions are getting smaller. Good, but could do better. I know the man can.

DVD Comments
Picture quality is decent enough, with the scenes niftily divided for easy access to your favourite naughty bits in the usual handsome authoring job from Evil Angel. No complaints there, but I was a little disappointed to find no extra footage on offer – I suppose they’d already made the most of what they had.