80s Porn Review: "Sweat", starring Amber Lynn

Since I recently un-earthed some "vintage" porn ('cause 20 years is, like, a century in porn-years), it seems only fair to share with you, my loyal readers.

So, today's selection is "Sweat", starring Amber Lynn and John Leslie.

This movie is from 1986, the same year the Traci Lords scandal broke. I confess to having seen some of Ms. Lords' work before it was declared contraband. But cute as she was, I was always smitten with Amber Lynn more, for some reason. She just had this sense of ferocity about her when she was doing a scene. She might not have been the best fellatrix, but what she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm and eye-contact.

So, moving on to the movie. The plot is that Amber Lynn's character can't manage to sweat. No matter how hard she tries while having sex, she doesn't break a sweat. And it's driving her nuts. We start with her and Jerry Butler. After a lively romp, she pisses him off by blaming him for her not sweating. This takes us to the next scene, with Jamie Gillis as a gonzo doctor more interested in the racing sheet than medicine. Until, that is, he decides to try his luck with the lovely Amber.

Still not satisfied, our Amber turns to voyerism, watching Nina Hartley and Mike De Marco perform on her TV while she watches and "works her mouse". Were this film made today, no doubt this would have been a web-cam scene, instead. I also have a soft spot (so to speak) for Nina Harley, as she's been a longtime advocate for a lot of sexual liberty issues. When this also fails to bring forth the elusive persperation, Patti Petite suggests the problem lays with men, and tries her luck. It should be no surprise that Amber is as nimble with the clit as with the cock.

Still not sweating, she turns to graduate students Tom Byron and Buffy Davis (who knew she was a professor?), who start off performing for her, but Davis strangly heads to the sideline as Amber steps in to take over servicing Tom. Quickly figuring out that he's in over his head, Tom brings in a second man, and an Amber sandwich ensues. This may be the hottest scene of the film.

After Amber finishes the two men off, and all three leave, Buffy is left with Cock #2's partner (apparently, the two were janitors that Byron was able to find in the hallway), played by another favorite of mine, Angel Kelly (credited here as Sugar Brown). Angel always had a smile and a look of pure enjoyment in her scenes, while the more-filmed black performer Jeannie Pepper always seemed to look angry. Anyway, Angel and Buffy have a nice sapphic scene that is woefully short. Still, they look lovely together.

Finally, Amber hooks up with a recently-released gangster, played by the iconic Jon Leslie. At last, she finds the one to make her sweat. Their scene has some very genuine-appearing tenderness and affection, and is a great note to end on. (There's one last bit, no sex but plenty of humor.)

One thing that struck me while watching this tape, is the difference in standards of beauty. In this movie, there were no (obvious) fake breasts. I think that at least one person (Nina Hartley) had enhancements (this is because I know she has them, and her size looked like it always has to me). Amber doesn't, Buffy didn't, nor did Angel. Also, the pubic areas were natural. None of the Brazilian wax jobs we see in current porn, or the flurry of fully-shaved V's. I don't really prefer one style over the other, but I do like to see variety, and variety is lacking in the current generation of porn.

(But then, I also really love tattoos on a woman, and in this period tattoos were almost unheard of, except for "extreme" performers like Viper.)

All in all, I can see now why I've kept this tape so long. And unlike most of the tapes I've gone through lately, I'll be keeping this one on hand for a while yet to come.

Dausa