|Released||May 01st, 1995|
|Distribution Company||John Leslie Productions|
|Cast||Rocco Siffredi, Kevin Patrick, Heidi (I), Selene, Jon Dough, Kelly Trump, Nici Norman, Jen Teal (I), Mephisto, Tanja Roe, David Perry, Joey Silvera, Rowan Fairmount, Frank Metairie, Elon Disere, Tom Byron, Leonard Bekaiei|
|Critical Rating||AAAA 1/2|
Unlike some of his contemporaries who share a similar penchant for cerebral table-tennis, if one strips away the surface of John Leslie’s intellectualized craft, there beats underneath the heart of a true pornographer. Exemplified by such lofty features as Dog Walker and Fresh Meat, Leslie the director is more than capable of stimulating both brain and groin. But for whatever reason he occasionally abandons the former, the latter never falters; The Voyeur #3 being a very precise case in point.
Blessed with a fresh slew of female faces which contrast nicely with their male veteran partners, this plot-free video (which never seems to drag despite its generous two hour running time) offers up half a dozen sizzling scenarios of raw carnality, bringing to mind the best moments of Private features in both tone and execution.
Brunette box cover girl Selene – an impossibly leggy, wide-hipped, doe-eyed temptress – gobbles up the opening exterior scene. An off-camera POV narrator (sounding, as the credits deductively imply, like David “Rodney Moore” Perry) flips her an unsuccessful pass, which Joey Silvera intercepts, making a bee-line for her asshole (via his steel tongue) with the accuracy of a smart bomb seeking out an Iraqi missile silo. Banished to the house, Perry spies on the two like Peter Lorre in M – around corners and window sills, with foreground elements obscuring his vision.
Setting a visual template for the entire show, the voyeuristic footage intercuts with a spate of mouth-watering close-ups, expertly teasing butt shots and a facial explosion. The effect – an intentional spectator/participant dichotomy – may have been pioneered elsewhere but it pays to nearly its full potential here, lacks only a few initial penetration shots for the fully-stoked raincoat crowd. Being the most verbal of all the scenarios, this one attempts to set up an “anticipation” element when Selene promises Mr. Narrator a second shot; the pay-off never occurs, but give other liaisons of an almost feral nature will cast all doubt that Voyeur 3 is anything less than top-drawer erotica.
In a warehouse rumble reminiscent of the opening number from Face Dance, Rocco Siffredi unleashes his world-famous trouser python on Brit Nici Norman (who, from choice angles, appears to be a reincarnation of Selena Steele). Two other European studs join the fracas, which naturally begins with a bit of POV tease and escalates into a multiple blow job/maniacal hump-a-thon/triple facial extravaganza. A more intimate one-on-one with leather-tressed Rowan Fairmont finds the Italian Stallion begging for anal entry; despite Rocco’s boot-worship she admits he’s “not worthy.” Plenty of anal fingering and a ferocious reverse-doggie get Rocco off anyway.
Tom Byron cops the anal plunge, delving deep into Kelly Trump and Tanja Roe in a photographer’s studio, spreading their butt cheeks wide for a worm’s eye view. Perhaps more visually unique, and just as sultry, is a moody sequence in the darkened aisles of a dirty movie theatre. An impromptu grope between Selene and Jon Dough inspires spontaneous combustion in radiant Jen Teal, who engages a male viewer in similar buttering of her popcorn.
Even without the requisite gynecological introspection, the omnipresent ambience virtually jumps off the screen – both scenes merit serious nominations. If multiple award-winning director Leslie starts cornering the all-sex market, (it just ends here!)