S.O.S. Video Magazine 1 sets some kind of dubious record for most audible blabbing by a director in a single production.
We're not talking about the one or two instructions that, through oversight, occasionally wind up on a finished vid's soundtrack. This is more like a constant spew, throughout the whole goddamn tape.
Director - "Tell him you want to suck his cock."
Female Performer #1 - "I want to suck your cock."
And a minute or so later:
Director - "Tell him to fuck you in the ass."
Female Performer #2 - "Ohh, fuck me in the ass."
And so and so forth ad nauseam, quite effectively undermining that all-important willful suspension of disbelief, not to mention legions of viewer hard-ons.
Not that S.O.S. was ever destined for carnal classic status. Even with the mute button mercifully activated, what we're left with is five raw, but extremely routine boy-girl couplings that only occasionally radiate any real heat.
Next time, pal, stick a cork in it, willya?