<![CDATA[Fleshbot: straight, maria beatty]]> http://tags.fleshbot.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/fleshbot.com.png <![CDATA[Fleshbot: straight, maria beatty]]> http://fleshbot.com/tag/straight/mariabeatty http://fleshbot.com/tag/straight/mariabeatty <![CDATA[Postcards From Vegas: Today In Sassy]]> The amount of photographers hovering greedily here in Nevada tends to put the Meowry on a hair trigger, ready to stick fingers in mouths coquettishly or self-ass-slap on a moment's notice. But not these girls.

Evie Delatosso, Aiden Starr, Charlotte Vale, Dylan Lauren, and Stevie Hart are all signatories with Spiegler Girls, a Porn Valley talent agency. The culture at that agency is different; the talent seems to like each other.

"Evie is just my size, so we fuck a lot," said Aiden Starr, hoping to titillate me, and implying that since I was not her size, then nothing would ever happen between us. Temptress.

When Dylan Ryan introduced herself, I thought that she was in for a peck of trouble with vagitarians, as someone named Dylan Ryan also works in hardcore lesbian movies like Maria Beatty's "Sex Mannequin" and "Strap-On Motel."

"Watch your back," I whispered.

"Oh no," she said. "I'm the same person. My hair's just different."

"So you take the cock?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Watch your back."

I like all these people. I met about 30 people before them today who fell into a default finger-in-the-mouth pose. This is the porn world you will inherit.

· Spiegler Girls (spieglergirls.com)
· Adult Entertainment Expo (adultentertainmentexpo.com)

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<![CDATA[Hello "Post-Apocalyptic Cowgirls" In The Sand]]> These arid extra-lesbians are not your gateway drug "Are They Or Aren't They?" Thelma And Louise saddlepals, so take heed, pardner of the patriarchy, next you're piloting your American Motors Corporation vehicle down the 8 through Yuma and you see a gal with her thumb out.


Post-Apocalyptic Cowgirls

Studio: Bleu Productions
Director: Maria Beatty
Cast: Surgeon Scofflaw, London, the 1973 AMC Spirit

Review by: Gram Ponante

On the saguaro-speckled byways of Arizona, a woman named Surgeon Scofflaw hitches rides from likely motorists. But one thing about Surgeon - she never seems grateful. Picked up by London, Surgeon immediately demands to drive and then forces London to gobble her strap-on. At least it's got a condom on it.

This is Maria Beatty's "Post-Apocalyptic Cowgirls." I learned from the movie's site that WWIII and Global Warming have turned the world into southwest Arizona. As the girls were already in southwest Arizona, at least they didn't have to run out to Mervyn's and get new wardrobes.


Then - and without even ponying up gas money - Surgeon both pisses and lactates on London in a junkyard. The clinical shots of this unusual desert precipitation were fascinating.

The photography by Nate Liquor bounces between road images of passing flora and the cramped interludes - most of which take place in or around the car - between Surgeon and London. With all of the American Southwest to play in, we wonder what it is that makes the two want to stay cooped up by London's AMC Spirit hatchback.

This is not a Porn Valley lesbian movie. This is a dirty, grabby, aspy, dusty series of interludes from November 2007 shot in the rain and the desert chill. There are none of the reveals that tend to delight the straight viewer of faux-lesbian sex. Indeed, Surgeon's and London's clothes stay mostly on, possibly due to the temperature.


With this in mind, and knowing that Surgeon is the one in charge throughout the movie, it is no surprise to see the manner in which London makes her exit from the film. We get the impression that Surgeon and London didn't bump into each other by happenstance.


Beatty directs with assurance and a keen eye for her target audience. That audience is not necessarily me, but I could tell there wasn't a missed step in the movie, which plays like a Chamber of Commerce ad for southwest Arizona (when there aren't hardcore lesbians fisting each other in it).

Bonus points to the soundtrack, provided by Lydia Lunch ("we go way back" says Beatty) Yann Jaffiol, and Bunny Rabbit. In a time when any MySpace band can be convinced - at least once - that it may help their career to be on a porn soundtrack in lieu of actual money, a recent porn trend consists of movies awash in incongruous, bad music that only benefits the producer in having been secured for free.

The "Cowgirls" soundtrack is a simple, spare mix of surf and Lunch's art-noise, which is perfect for the inside/outside smirky violence of the movie.

I think Beatty's next effort should feature Surgeon and Rutger Hauer in a hitchhiker fistoff.

· Buy "Post-Apocalyptic Cowgirls" (bleuproductions.com)

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<![CDATA[Greetings From The "Strap-On Motel"]]> "Strap-On Motel" is filled with sleight of hand: it is a rare rainy night in L.A., there is a French woman named London, and director Maria Beatty really makes us believe we're watching actual lesbians ... in a porn movie, no less! London walks to a club called Pussy's where stripper Dylan Ryan waits for her. Though it is in a bad neighborhood, it is clear that this club is full service; London isn't two steps in the door before she and Ryan are naked. It really doesn't seem like work.

Their interludes in noirish locations flow to the tones of muted horns and a stand-up bass. At no point does anyone say "Did I hear Dirtpipe Milkshake?" Sometimes Dylan wears a hat. These are people we don't see around here too often, and we wonder where on La Cienega Pussy's might be, and if the Strap-On Motel takes Diner's Club.

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· Maria Beatty (bleuproductions.com)
· Buy "Strap-On Motel" (bleuproductions.com)

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