Made near the end of his career (and life), "MILF Bitches" offers little for us John Leslie fans, just a low-effort grinder with good femme cast. His heart isn't in it.
Only segment that promises a personal statement turns out bad, as the obscure Amanda Blow is cast as an interviewer excited to meet and cross- examine her hero, porn star Chris Johnson. Of course, Johnson is far from a star, merely an okay in-demand stud a decade ago who never made a name for himself or was very distinctive on screen. The interview lasts 10 minutes and is quite awkward (Chris's improvising is terrible and he makes it all seem confrontational for no reason) and stupid, as the usual Adult Industry propaganda on how wonderful it is to be a sex worker calling oneself an "actor" is presented in unconvincing fashion. As a sort of apology for Leslie's underachieving choice of careers (he never made his mark as a budding bluesman on harmonica, either) I found it in poor taste.
When Blow's segment blows over, we have some authentic superstars put through their paces, including group sex by swingers Darla Crane and India Summer as well as the showstopping energy and beauty of Brit import McKenzie Lee. My favorite segment has glorious Sheila Marie working out in her home gym, then massaged and humped by Mr. Wristbands himself, Christian XXX.
Standard porn, far below what one expects from a master like John Leslie, RIP.
Only segment that promises a personal statement turns out bad, as the obscure Amanda Blow is cast as an interviewer excited to meet and cross- examine her hero, porn star Chris Johnson. Of course, Johnson is far from a star, merely an okay in-demand stud a decade ago who never made a name for himself or was very distinctive on screen. The interview lasts 10 minutes and is quite awkward (Chris's improvising is terrible and he makes it all seem confrontational for no reason) and stupid, as the usual Adult Industry propaganda on how wonderful it is to be a sex worker calling oneself an "actor" is presented in unconvincing fashion. As a sort of apology for Leslie's underachieving choice of careers (he never made his mark as a budding bluesman on harmonica, either) I found it in poor taste.
When Blow's segment blows over, we have some authentic superstars put through their paces, including group sex by swingers Darla Crane and India Summer as well as the showstopping energy and beauty of Brit import McKenzie Lee. My favorite segment has glorious Sheila Marie working out in her home gym, then massaged and humped by Mr. Wristbands himself, Christian XXX.
Standard porn, far below what one expects from a master like John Leslie, RIP.