|Released||Aug 01st, 1998|
|Distribution Company||All Good Video|
|Cast||Sylvia (I), Amanda Steel, Chritgen Wolfe, Reke, Judith Grant, Wendi Knight, Nikki Anderson, Temptress, Missy (I), Malitia, Mark Davis, Dru Berrymore, Tommy Ray, Tyger|
Alex Sanders must be putting one helluva demo reel together. And if that's the case, it isn't for the benefit of the adult industry. No need to, 'cause judging from the look of things, Sanders has job security comin' out the ass. Which probably was the case after the acclaim of the first Bodyslammin' (also a perfect-rated Editor's Choice, April '98); and most certainly is after this, the sequel. Then again, be advised that Bodyslammin' 2 is a "sequel" only in the thematic sense.
In a sprawling gonzo package that manages to incorporate diversities like full-contact bungee jumping, five Hungarian girls yipping with pet shop noises during a group anal scene, and the sights and sound of the Pomona Car Rally and Swap Meet, then goes on to lock it all in with the kind of computer animation sequences that would give Monty Python's Terry Gilliam a run for the money, Sanders has taken the genre to an exciting mainstream level. Oh, to be sure, it'll prompt some wailing and gnashing of teeth among the competition, who have been treating gonzo as if it were still at the larval stage.
Accordingly, you could write doctoral dissertations about the kind of legerdemain the Bodyslammin' series is creating in the editing bay. It's so cutting edge, it practically slices through rigor mortis. That being said, Sanders-the-screen-effects-visionary also enjoys the distinct advantage of having Sanders-the-performer doing his major dirty work. No one, with the possible exception of Rocco, tears into a woman's ass with the wolverine fervor of Sanders - a fact that reasserts itself time and again throughout Bodyslammin' 2 wherein Sanders is a one-man murderers' row.
After taking some precarious flying leaps off a canyon bridge with Missy, Sanders escort her back to a bedroom, driver her head first into a mattress and butt fucks her San Quentin-style, thus allowing Missy to tie Joe DiMaggio's record by appearing in 57 consecutive anal scenes wearing thigh-highs. Which kind of sets the tone for a nifty lingerie shop sequence that follows: Blond Judith Grant and four other Hungarian babes, including harvest goddess Nikki Anderson, do a marvelous impersonation of the Gabor sisters in Hollywood by strutting their stuff in the type of boudoir finery that keeps Victoria a badly-guarded secret. A convenient mattress allows Sanders to plunder Grant's ass time and again, and when the smoke clears, Sanders and cohort Mark Davis have wracked up a total of eight butt-fucks and at least five cocker spaniel vocal impersonations from the girls. A group pre-nom in any category, including one for emitting doggie sounds, is the result.
After drenching her asshole the first time in a bedside rendezvous, Sanders vies for second helpings with Christgen Wolfe, then goes on another anal spree, this time with Wendi Knight. Knight's looks plus powerhouse butt-busting account for yet another pre-nom.
In an intriguing play of light and shadow which resembles an off-Broadway stage show devoted to co-gender nudity more than anything else, Sanders clears the shit hatch of another blond cutie, Malitia. The group anal-er, co-featuring the (albeit) modest participation of Vince Vouyer, also rips German-bred Dru Berrymore and asshole capable of accommodating East Berlin. Yes, someone from the back of the beer hall did say, "Another pre-nom."
Not only will editing bay mavens whack off to the visual gimmicks, bear in mind that Sanders delivers one of the most awe-inspiring stud performances ever committed to video.