From its catchy opening score, cleverly-cut credits, and nostalgic shots of old-school New York City, it's clear that the audience is in for a fun and sexy treat with Spitfire, an exceptional 1984 release from director Cecil Howard and Command Video. This production is in many ways pornographic poetry in motion from start to finish. Exquisitely captured and edited, this film is centered around a corrupt professor-turned-politician (R. Bolla) whose "chastity belt" agenda has caught on nationally and is bringing in millions. Of course, he's actually a perv and a fraud, his daughter (Tigr) is an insatiable nymphomaniac, and his wife (Samantha Fox) is a gold digger in every sense of the word. Needless to say, the storyline is intricate, well-crafted and comical, the acting is superb throughout, and the end result is a true Golden Age classic that should not be missed.
Of course, the fucky-fucky--while short in length by contemporary standards--is still generally scorching, as well. From the opening, hotel fuck-out between Samantha Fox and a philandering political aide/moneyman, John Leslie, to Tigr's various and outrageous exploits, everything falls into place sexually and meshes seamlessly with the plot. Seeing the stunning cover-girl, Rikki Harte, on film--a relative rarity--is always a treat, although sadly she's present in a limited capacity. Regardless, the remainder of the scenes deliver the heat in spades, bringing varied, ball-blasting action that never gets dull.
All in all, this flick is a finely-honed masterpiece from a bygone era. It is fun, sexy, and easily watchable. Its narrative is engaging (...and engorging!...), and it humorously pokes fun (...and dicks!...) at the age-old, inherent hypocrisy of anti-sex politicians.
Scene 2. Tigr, Michael Morrison
Scene 3. Annie Sprinkle, R. Bolla
Scene 4. Tigr
Scene 5. Sharon Mitchell, Barry Black
Scene 6. Gail Sterling, Eric Edwards
Scene 7. Samantha Fox, Eric Edwards
Scene 8. Annie Sprinkle, Tigr, Joey Silvera
Scene 9. Tigr, Eric Edwards
Scene 10. Susan Nero, R. Bolla
Scene 11. Rikki Harte, Joey Silvera
Scene 12. Annie Sprinkle, Eric Edwards
Of course, the fucky-fucky--while short in length by contemporary standards--is still generally scorching, as well. From the opening, hotel fuck-out between Samantha Fox and a philandering political aide/moneyman, John Leslie, to Tigr's various and outrageous exploits, everything falls into place sexually and meshes seamlessly with the plot. Seeing the stunning cover-girl, Rikki Harte, on film--a relative rarity--is always a treat, although sadly she's present in a limited capacity. Regardless, the remainder of the scenes deliver the heat in spades, bringing varied, ball-blasting action that never gets dull.
All in all, this flick is a finely-honed masterpiece from a bygone era. It is fun, sexy, and easily watchable. Its narrative is engaging (...and engorging!...), and it humorously pokes fun (...and dicks!...) at the age-old, inherent hypocrisy of anti-sex politicians.