Another lovely lass who spends quite a bit of her Nasty Time in front of the Evil Angel cameras would be LEXI BELLE. The lovely, shockingly sweet blonde teen dream not only sucks and fucks up a storm in Belladonna’s Evil Pink 4 and John Leslie’s Crack Her Jack 10, but in both titles the self-described former “band geek” sits down at the piano and plunks out a few random but spirited bars. Good to see those childhood lessons put to use!

Lexi did not play the piano for Howard Stern on his show this past Wednesday, but she was generous enough to provide an unforgettable thrill for two of The Beaked One’s fans by allowing herself to be the prize in a game of “Who Wants to Win a Threesome!”

Two couples stood behind a curtain to ensure that Lexi made her choice based on their answers alone. While Michael and Melissa confessed to being swingers and big fans of Lexi’s drool-worthy ass, the more demure Trent and Dee Dee were a pleasant middle-aged couple who thought a romp with a porn starlet just might turn out to be “interesting and exciting.”

Lexi proved to be more charmed by the latter couple’s relative virginity, noting that she could get folks like Michael and Melissa whenever she wants, but rarely gets the chance to teach a couple new techniques: “I will kiss you and force my tongue down your throat. It’s gonna be fun.”

The yellow-haired bombshell did offer horny Melissa a consolation prize, kissing her and pinching her nipples as the latter took Stern’s in-studio Sybian vibrator machine for a spin.

The next morning the winning couple were in the studio again, sans Lexi who, in fairly typical porn-starlet fashion, had texted she was on her way but ended up a no-show. Howard plunged ahead, demanding to know all the explicit details of the couple’s “date.” Dee admitted that she was initially intimidated by Lexi being “half my age” and remarked: “If you can call going to a hotel and being like, ‘Well, let’s get it on,’ a date… I felt like I needed a couple drinks.” Still, things ended up heating up rather nicely.

For the blow-by-blow account, as well as pix of little Lexi sizzling up the Stern studio, check out the Howard website. And for a much, much more potent fix of the Belle of the ball at her finest, visit Evil Angel VOD.

– David Aaron Clark

Though our very own General Manager called the DVD production department “the pit” in AVN & suggested it’s an inhospitable environment for female habitation ‘cuz we’re all, like, crusty & foulmouthed & constantly extruding bodily functions or whatever, it didn’t daunt perky porn nympho AIDEN STARR from recently making a mercy visit to E.A.’s allegedly most misanthropic division.

The diminutive yet lushly-curved kink queen brought a ray of sexy, down-to-earth good cheer to the bullpen – an admittedly rarified atmosphere where the fellows mostly only see Porn Pussy secondhand, during many hours spent carefully arranging all the elements of your favorite Evil director’s latest opus so that it turns out as the sweet li’l easily-navigated DVD product you all know and love …

Whether it was the extended and intimate Girlfriend Experience she lays on MANUAL FERRARA in RAW or the ultra-nasty, bitch-on-bitch baseball-bat match with real-life galpal DANA DEARMOND in BELLADONNA’S NO WARNING 4, Aiden had already earned a bit of cult status in the department, and was received with appropriate honors. Feted in the most gentlemanly manner, she was plied with Thai food by master authorer RICK HALL, who has of this writing gone an entire quarter of a year without breaking the laws of a foreign government!

There’s always a joker in the crowd, though! Before leaving, Aiden was moved on a dare to suddenly whip off the leather belt from around her sweet hips & use it to slightly subdue STEVE “CANTANKEROUS” CATTANI – though “subdued” is hardly how we’d describe the state in which the impromptu role-play left our buddy!

– David Aaron Clark

Continuing our gala celebration of the mighty Evil Angel’s 20th anniversary, I’ve dug into my moldering files for another example of just how big an impact the label has had on the porn genre over the years.

DOG WALKER was a milestone in a string of John Leslie milestones, in an era before not only our porn but our overall culture had succumbed to repetitious blandness, which has become the religion of digital age “content” – I guess when all your entertainment boils down to “1”s and “0”s, that’s where the bar gets set …

Reprinted below is my original review of John Leslie’s amazing 1994 porn noir from the June 6, 1994 edition of SCREW magazine – if you’ve somehow overlooked this early E.A. masterpiece, read on, then check it out on Evil Angel VOD or perhaps even via that quaint collector’s format, DVD …
-DAC

“HEAVY PETTING”

DOG WALKER. Starring Steven St. Croix, Krysti Lynn, Isis Lynn, Joey Silvera, Jamie Gillis, Jon Dough, Michael Jones, Tom Byron, Gerry Pike and Alex Sanders. Written, produced and directed by John Leslie.

There is hope for porn.

John Leslie’s first independent production is the best explicit movie we’ve seen in years. Shot on film with visual flash to spare, DOG WALKER is heavy on story, heavy on dramatics and heavy on the raunchiest, most dizzying sexual tableaus since MISTY BEETHOVEN. A perfect marriage of the sensual and the intellectual, DOG WALKER resounds with a stunning dark beauty that pushes smut to a new frontier.

Shot on film—16mm, which is what everybody really shoots on, whether they’re claiming 35mm productions or not—DOG WALKER strikes hardly a false note, showcasing performances of uncommon power and authenticity from a carefully picked crew of what we’ve come to think of as the same old faces (an attitude we are now forced to reassess). Working under Leslie’s vision, these professional fuckers prove that they’re more than just a collection of working cocks and cunts.

Steven St. Croix is quietly riveting as a small-time crook who dares go against the all-powerful syndicate when one of its lieutenants (a blandly evil Jon Dough) jerks his chain. For daring to claim his rightful due, St. Croix is beaten and tormented by evil crime-lord Jamie Gillis (still one of porn’s all-time great actors, after all these years), who sadistically strips away every possession, every dignity to which St. Croix lays claim – including his wife, Alex Sanders, who gleefully submits to a torrid three-way with Dough and fellow thug Julian St. Jox, right in front of a helpless St. Croix’s eyes, in his own home.

The plot and chilly mise-en-scene are lifted from classic hard-boiled fiction, reminiscent of both Jim Thompson and David Goodis, while the frisky visual style and unfolding puzzle of a story structure pay homage to such purely cinematic artists as Nick Roeg and Ken Russell. St. Croix’s various daydreams and nightmares are interrupted with a deadpan surreality that interlocks seamlessly with the phantasmagorical alien surfaces of his unfortunate, downwardly spiraling reality.

Despite the bravura fractured narrative, this is no mere hardcore perfume commercial. Where other recent attempts at “serious” porn such as BLACK ORCHID, VIRTUAL SEX and the increasingly generic Andrew Blake efforts fall flat on their faces when it comes to character development or any sense of real involvement – carnal or emotional – DOG WALKER nevers puts its considerable style above its substance … there are only a few minor instances of slo-mo abuse.

Leslie’s headlong script is replete with sharply delivered catchphrases that fans are sure to be repeating for months, from Joey Silvera’s semi-apologetic “Last chance for sex” invitation to St. Croix before plunging into a sleazy, riveting three-way with a blonde and an oriental doll with a strap-on to Dough’s sneering “Stick around and watch us fuck your wife up the ass,” crooned to a bruised and broken St. Croix moments before he makes good on his word.

Floating through the proceedings is a mysterious woman who first shows up to watch St. Croix threatened in an alleyway by the director himself, reminding us in a succinct cameo just what the porn screen lost when John Leslie retired to life behind the camera. With a snarling Doberman at her side, Krysti Lynn stands silhouetted at the entrance to the alleyway like some kind of angel – whether of redemption or damnation, St. Croix won’t find out until he’s descended several circles down toward hell.

This is a relatively rough film by modern porn standards; although the explicit violence is much less than in your average Hollywood thriller, Leslie manages to imbue the proceedings with a constant state of menace, an overriding danger to both body and soul that recalls the best 1940s-‘50s Hollywood noir. Perhaps that’s one of the reasons why DOG WALKER is not from Leslie’s usual home, VCA, but instead is the first release from John Leslie Productions, distributed by Evil Angel Video, the relatively small-scale company run by a handful of porn’s most creative directors and devoted to releasing quality smut by same – John Stagliano, Parker Schurman, Patrick Collins and Bruce Seven.

Whatever the off-screen politics, take our advice: DOG WALKER is not just the porn film of 1994, it’s the best porn film so far of the ‘90s. Trot your own doggies down to the video store now and buy this exuberant masterpiece. Once you’ve been entertained – nay, devastated – by the story structure of the film, you’ll spend many happy hours rewinding and enjoying the apocalyptic sex scenes. Put this one on the classics shelf, and loan it out at your own risk.

Chinese wildcat JANDI LIN may have hied on back to Obama Island, where it’s currently oh-so muggy & damp with monsoon weather, but our fave Asian beauty still has a soft, wet place in that great big plump … heart of hers for all her fans: the tattooed luv-machine sends along this digital X-mas card, the better to chase away the holiday blues with! Still blue (balled)? Then don’t miss her fabulous double-penetration scene in Jonni Darkko’s January release, ASIAN FUCKING NATION 3!

So, with the passing of Turkey Day ’08 has come the inevitable novella-length AVN Award Nominations list, & of course Evil Angel has retained its place in the forefront of forward-thinking porn with 5 pages out of the 74 or so pages of nods supplied by the Adult Video News editors & staff from out of the musky depths of their fabled Fall caucus (we hear it’s sort of like an extended Dungeons & Dragons game but with better pizza).

Belladonna, John Leslie, Manual Ferrara & Mr. Stagliano are all up for “Best Director, Non-Feature,” hardly a shocking turn of events … & hey, even E.A. newbie Brian Pumper is up for “Best Ethnic Director” – coincidentally against moi, for some non-Evil product I helmed last year, but let the best grill win, ya feel me?

Bittersweet among the ego-boosting dandelions, however, are the no less than four separate instances of recognition for the stately Chinese grace & bold, open sexuality of Hawaiian tattooed goddess Jandi Lin.

Bittersweet, because after not more than a year’s meteoric rise in the rough & tumble environs of the Valley porn scene, Miss Lin has already absconded with our hearts, minds & erections back to whence she came – older, bolder, more beautiful than ever, & certainly far more aware of just how far various anatomical orifices can actually be stretched!

As one of the few 100-percent Asian lassies to ever be nominated for AVN’s notoriously hard-fought category “Best New Starlet,” she certainly leaves behind a devoted if freshly minted fandom … & while it would be wrong to say that her popularity skyrocketed solely thanks to her work in the second half of the year with various E.A. directors, certainly scenes like that scorching 40-minute anal with Manual Ferrara in his EVIL ANAL 5, nominated for Best Anal Sex Scene, didn’t hurt (us, at least)!

But woe to our penii – Jandi, an extraordinary young woman not content to rest on her laurels (or fisting swing), has decided that she’s learned what there is to be learned from the local perverts & pashas, & is now preparing to resume her higher education, going for a master’s degree at the tender age of 22.

Take heart, however, Jandi-fanatics, as there are at least three scenes coming up in 2009 from Evil Angel featuring the gloriously inked Miss Lin! First, she takes a patented all-girl beating from Jake Malone’s collection of witches & bitches in BITCHCRAFT 5. Then, she submits to a plethora of pussy & nipple-stretching antics – as well as mummification & oversized-dildo play – as commited by the Master himself in BUTTMAN’S STRETCH CLASS.

Then Jandi Lin takes part in her first – & evidently last – double penetration for Jonni Darkko’s upcoming ASIAN FUCKING NATION 3!

So, Jandi may have bid us farewell, at least for the nonce (you know how those pornstar retirements can be!). But, thanks to Evil Angel, we’re not quite done with her yet!!!! Heh heh heh heh ….

- DAC

Just in case anybody’s curious, the title of this blog is courtesy my supervisor & long-time lover Rick Hall. Rick & I, you see, go back all the way to the early ‘90s in NYC, when we were both semi-young fanzine editors/pornographers/individuals with potential bright futures ahead of us.

He was the dashing doyenne behind PANTYLINE FEVER magazine & garage-punk maestros The Stallions. I was senior editor at SCREW magazine & a nutcase S/M performance artist whose favorite pastime was letting crazy dominatrices hew hunks of flesh from off my sleekly corpulent form.

Our bromance waxed & waned over the years, as I moved to San Francisco in order to make life miserable for politically correct professional perverts & he migrated to L.A., because the East Village just wasn’t depressing enough for him.

In 1999 I tried to convince him to go into business together on an Asian blowjob site, but we couldn’t agree on who would be blowing the Asians, so upon our intertwining but never quite converging paths we further trudged, bereft of any real degree of success or satisfaction in life.

Until we have now found each other once more, nestled here under the drop ceilings of the Evil Angel DVD production department. Who would not call it fate fulfilled; a dream once deferred but now finally realized?

One thing I (& his legions of fans) know about Rick is that when it comes to the King’s English, he is nothing if not fastidiously, precisely, implacably, anally Correct at all times. He is a copy-editor’s copy-editor. While me, I’m just a dirty white boy rock ‘n’ rolla goddamn motherfucking cocksucker of a free-spirit, an American artiste, a poet without portfolio, a … well, a guy who likes to use ampersands rather than the word “and.” The jauntiest sort of jive motherfucker Kerouac-wannabe man or mouse of letters.

As you can imagine, this dichotomy between pals sets up all sorts of Felix Vs. Oscar hilarity. Especially when Lick-san (as his many friends in the Land of the Rising Sun call him) has to edit this column. The first time he was faced with an army of ampersands thumbing their collective pretzel-twisted noses at him from my copy, he objected. Strenuously. I objected back, mustering up all my haughty assholishness to remind him that I am a well-published Erotic Author & Poet, & therefore have earned the questionable right to indulge in distracting & pretentious punctuation (Kathy Acker, god bless, we still miss ya!)

Since he had far more pressing duties here at E.A. that needed attending, Mr. Rick relented, & allowed me my ampersands.

However, his revenge came a day later, when the Evil webmaster, setting up my blog, demanded a title. I sat there idea-free for several uncomfortable moments, until Rick, whose timing can sometimes be masterful, swung around from his computer, a snarky smirk spreading across his saturnine features, & suggested we call this mess of ramblings – get it yet? – “The Erotic Ampersand.”

So there you go. In the time-tested tradition of buck-passing, I submit to you all: It’s Rick Hall’s fault. Beat him at will.

Charley Chase, Charley Chase … jeeZUS, Charley FUCKING CHASE! Let us now praise this butterscotch-hided bunny with our insufficient yet over-elaborate prose:

– Oh, that trim waist punctuating dem sweeping hips that take ya on the sweet ride down to a Brazil-worthy set of buttocks that can & will do the hypnogogic up ‘n’ down bouncy-bouncy with the best of ‘em …

– &; oooh yes, those heart-stopping, gloriously full gazongas as proudly natural as the good lord made ‘em, a perfectly matched set of elegantly full-to-bursting glandular torpedoes guaranteed to awaken the infantile suck-instinct in any hetero male (or GLBT Other, for that matter) …

– Finally, all this glorious fuckability capped by that strong, pretty Latina face, itself dominated by dark laughing eyes & a wide friendly-but-feral smile capable all by itself of curling your toes at ten yards with its promise of unrestrained pleasures …

As you might gather, we are but one of the swelling – constantly swelling – ranks of fans that this charming cock-handler has been making since finding her way into the jizz biz last year through a scorching series of amateur internet appearances. Another fan would be our boss, the Buttman hisself, who just hipped us to her deliriously fun-filled & voracious turn in Joey Silvera’s BLACK COCK ADDICTION 5.

Surrounded by a thickly veined trio of economy-sized choco-pork logs, she shares the carpet with well-endowed blonde Samantha Sin. Joey captures the chemistry between the pair perfectly as they segue from girlish goofery to a riveting blowbang performance.

As she shows off her utter lack of a gag reflex as well as a notable ambidexterity when it comes to blacksnake-handling, it’s not long before Charley’s god-like bust is as shiny & slick-looking as sealskin from the frothy gobbets of her own slurp that drool down from her dramatically distended, cock-filled jaws & darting, shaft-caressing tongue.

What really sends the scene rocketing all the way up the joy-buzzer scale, though, is the irrepressibly jolly slut-power demeanor of Charley & Sarah as they frolic among the penii. Not content to merely service the room full of black cock like the suck goddesses they are, about three-quarters of a way through the scene out comes the one & only Hitachi Magic Wand.

The Hummer of vibrators is put to wonderful use, as the girls trap its oversize whirring head between their throbbing pussies & indulge in a grind contest. Sarah squirts like a sugar-water fountain across Charley’s gorgeous belly, even as the supine Latina lets one of the guys slide his oversized tool in and out of her lower gullet, creating the temporay illusion of an Adam’s Apple.

Or, as the girls giggle to Joey’s camera at scene’s end: “Only in Hollywood!” & only for Evil Angel!

–DAC

“The splashiest directorial success story of this year … would have to be that of John Stagliano. After a couple of years of steady effort and working at his chops, he exploded into porn’s most vital prolific director, releasing a sizzling series of Buttman tapes almost as fast as he could shoot them, pausing only to offer WILD GOOSE CHASE, a wonderfully erotic and attention-grabbing tribute to the 35mm films of the ‘70s …

The BUTTMAN tapes established Stagliano as something of a poet, a bard and a fool, full of rapturous, unfulfillable yearnings for something so big he can never embrace it for more than a second. Stag is a pornographer in the proudest sense of the word, obsessively describing the parameters of his own personal obsession with brave conviction that the rest of the world will have no choice but to share in it …

BUTTMAN BACK IN RIO and BENDOVER BABES II were the best examples this year of the director’s mock-verite style, as his Woody Allenish persona ran up against an Apollonian series of sexual encounters. CHASE, meanwhile, proved that you can go home again, as Stag wrote and directed a light-hearted detective flick that, though contemporary in its references, harkened back to the golden years of porn, when DPs and editors actually labored over set-ups and pacing with the hope that the end product would be something of which they might be proud. CHASE is fun and funny, a real film in every sense of the word.”

–David Aaron Clark, “Best Smut of 1991,” SCREW magazine, Jan. 6, 1992.

Geez,  has it really been 16 years since I wrote those words?  A wild-eyed, young & enthusiastic smuthound of a porn scribe inhabiting the senior editor’s office at the infamous Al Goldstein’s notorious weekly sex rag, I would start the morning, like my fellow editors, with a quart of coffee, a joint & the daily papers, before plunging into the porn du jour that came in an unending stream across our desks: Big black VHS video cassettes nestled in thin plastic trays so they wouldn’t bang around inside the gaudy, oversized cardboard boxes that made them stand out on the rental shelves in the backrooms of endless mom & pop video stores, as well as on proud display in the kiosks of Show World, Peepland, Manhattan Video… these were the days before Guiliani had completely raped Times Square of its raw vigor & sold the denuded corpse off to Disney, long before the internet could come along & make it moot. In those days, NYC was a joyful bachanaal of delirious porn consumerism, & perverts would turn to the venerable SCREW “peter-meter” for help determining which smut might best scratch their very personal itch.

All the video companies from out West (where the REALLY crazy people lived) would inundate us with review copies of their latest releases, looking for some notice that might set them apart from an ever-growing annual inventory of releases. The Golden Age of Porn might have petered out a few years before, but there was no lull in production. The genre, however, had come to something of a standstill. Crude video technology had replaced the elegance of film, & though the home market was just exploding, the porn product available was, for the most part, harshly predictable & far too often diffidently executed.

Then came a little production outfit with a kind of bold, punk-rock smirk of a name: Evil Angel. Finding its feet with a roster of dark-minded directors not afraid to mix casual psychodrama with relentlessly intense & extreme sexual hijinks, its star skyrocketed quickly. Of those founding directors, all of whom defied convention not only onscreen but off-screen, by forming a collective where each owned his own titles (rather than serving at the pleasure of some bloated corporate porn bureaucracy), the one who most embodied the emerging sexual zeitgeist of the ’90s was indeed John Stagliano.

As a porn critic & journalist, I recorded & commented on the inevitable rise of this weird new hybrid form he played the largest hand in creating, a sexy, surprising, riveting subgenre that Mark Kernes of Adult VIdeo News soon dubbed “gonzo,” noting that it shared the audacious spirit & mercurial originality of the outlaw writing of subcultural hero Hunter S. Thompson. Eventually, on trips out to Las Vegas & Cali, I would meet & interview the most important of this new breed of porn auteur, including not only Stagliano but actors-turned-directors like Joey Silvera & John Leslie. It was an incredibly exciting & heady time (no pun intended).

Now, in 2008, finally something of a industry veteran myself, here I am working at what just about every fan & pundit has come to regard as the finest porn dynasty ever created. Trust me, my surprise is greater than that of anybody reading these words! To celebrate this unlikely turn of events, I’ll be reprinting in this blog some of my more incisive writings on the Evil Empire from the ’90s, so we can all acknowledge just how far we’ve come, & how much the Empire has changed – & evolved with – the hormone-fueled dreamworld of moving-picture pornography. Hope true fans will enjoy these postings & follow the links to the site, where the greatest moments of gonzo are archived for your easy reference, waiting to be relived again & again!