Jamie Gillis has done it. Tom Byron is about to do it (the last we heard) and Randy West is currently in the middle of it.
Authorship of a Pro-Am series is as trendy as saturating chicken pasta with cilantro, and Randy West, currently the grand old man of XXX, serves up some spicy adornments in his new Pro-Am series, Up and Cummers.
Very much in the style of Dirty Debutantes, each volume is liberally sprinkled with interviews, anecdotal comments by West, solo masturbation, threesomes, some anal, hot lovelies and West's collection of sports caps— a new one seems to adorn his noggin every time the camera cuts to him for some incisive in-studio commentary about the scene preceding.
For ease of virtue and transition, Randy's interview style won't have Dick Cavett running for cover, as the give and take between West and the performers can be described as somewhere between singles' bar conversation, West's ol' Chisholm trail informality and phone sex, but it's the type of verite that tapes of this kind thrive on.
Volume 1 presents major screen time involving Felecia, Roxanne Blaze and Sydney St. James, particularly the threesome involving Syd, Sean Michaels and West. Roxanne, after her opening strap-on bout with Felecia (it could have been a tad dirtier), gets to take on both Randys—Spears and West — in a cavity-stuffing triathlon. Roxanne is arguably the tape's shining star.
If you thought the sex in Volume 1 was, perhaps, a tad too genteel, then Volume 2 should hit you between the eyes with an anal scene involvingTom Byron and Janet Jacme. This scene occurs moments after Janet explores her butthole in a torrid solo dildo grunge plunge. Isis Nile (in short tresses) gets her cheeks spread to Idaho by West in the combo cowgirl/reverse cowgirl positions, while Eve and Felecia perform separate solos and West pairs up with Mai Lee.
Vixxen, a slenderish platinum blonde takes it up the ass like a pro from Alex Sanders in Volume 3, though the highlight (at least for this viewer) is the screen time provided by fabulously constructed, brunette newcomer Krista, who bears a striking resemb to Krista Lane. First in a solo then in a matchup with Marc Davis (the guys get interviewed for a change), Krista exhibits the kind of Screaming Mimi audio track to her boning by Davis that makes Teri Weigel's seem like monks' vespers.
West's charm is both cowtown, folksy and relaxed, like a trail boss on Prozac, but one wonders whether some obvious mathematical gridlock lies ahead. After each scene Randy makes allowances and apologies for additional footage that didn't make it in the tape, for whatever reasons, with a promissory note to make good by including it in a future volume. That's fine, except sooner or later, at this rate, Randy's surplus footage and lOU's will far exceed his physical ability to deliver them. Then again, that's how the national debt got started. Excellent trio of tapes to kick-off a new series with, nonetheless.