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Language(s):
English
Sound:
Direct Sound
Release Date: 10.02.2004
Number of Discs: 1
Packaging:
Standard box
Format:
NTSC
Region Code:
0 (Codefree)
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Antonio Passolini |
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Sunset Thomas, Rachel Rotten, Olivia Saint, Serena South, Aria, Gina Ryder, Rob Rotten, Sean Silver, Joel Lawrence, Kurt Lockwood, Matt Bixel, Tony Sexton, Steven French, Tyce Buné, Sergio |
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Hardcore Feature Film
Fashion
Alternative
Stylish/Art
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Catalog Date: 09.02.2004
Production Year: 2003
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DVD (currently) not available
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Condoms:
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Silicone:
N/A
Length: 119 Min.
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About Cafe Flesh 3
At the end of the 21st century, a moody brain floats around in a test-tube and talks about all the things that went wrong on the totally destroyed earth. Basically, some idiot pushed the wrong button and blew the place up. All humans became impotent and the only thing they do all day is watch Café Flesh on tv. There they watch the last remaining potent humans fuck. But the programming director of the station is running out of fresh meat and he ends up sending two punks into the past to kidnap porn-star Sunset Thomas and bring her to the future in some home-made time-machine. In the first scene, Sunset, alias miss Death lays a man at the cemetary and, after a few changes in position, sucks his juices on a fluorescent crypt-slab. The second emission on Café Flesh TV shows Miss Mayhem fondling a patient whose freedom of movement is a tad restricted by a straight-jacket, while her pussy is licked by a male-nurse. In the meantime, punk-brat Rotten is busy fucking her heavily-tattooed stud in a coal-cellar, prior to them being sent on their mission. In the next merry broadcast on the end-of-day's tv-station, a husband comes home and is very hungry. His wife serves randy hooker on a silver platter and then joins the funky threesome action. The tv-boss promises the audience an appearance by Sunset Thomas, but something goes wrong with the time-machine. The viewers start getting restive, as they're being palmed off with some domina-thing on a gynaecologist's chair that's rather hot. In the end, Sunset is shoved into the time-machine oven and gets her big moment in a racy sex-scene with four former Presidents (among others Nixon, Washington and Lincoln), who take DP care of her and stuff her gob with man-meat. Finally it's bye-bye to this rather uncomfortable radioactive world and off home, but only after an attempt to clone the superstar has failed miserably.
Extras: 18-minute 'behind the scenes', photo gallery, quiz, alternative ending.
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Editorial Review(s)
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Dixon Deeper
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Whoever turns somersaults upon seeing this move, is more likely to do so because of the setting and props than because of the action. The sex could do with being a lot more intense, and aside from the adorable Rachel Rotten, the cast isn't all that great. It's more amusement than masturbation-inducer.
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Cornelius Cream
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Antonio Passolini surpasses himself in this third part of CAFE FLESH. It's all good; the line-up, the film-making craft and the erotic-performance. If you like film with a b-movie touch, this (like its two predecessors) are a must-see. The multitude of extras is brilliant too. Among other things, there's an 'alternative ending'. CAFE FLESH 3 is a movie that deserves a place in any serious porn-collection right away. Bet?
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Lenzl4
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A masterpiece of modern entertainment-culture with loving attention to detail and a totally wacky story-line. This 'endzeit'-comedy is great for spending an enjoyable few hours on a sofa with friends, cheese, nuts and a few bottles of red wine. Since Zupko's OPERA there hasn't been a movie as sharp script-wise, word-play and creativity-wise in the meat-market-arena. Cool show, guys.
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