by Rex Breathes rexbreathes@hotmail.com


Buda
Evil Angel Video
Starring: Rocco Siffredi, Mike Foster, Holly Black, and a bevy of Budapest beauties

With a running time of over three hours, a passable storyline, unique locations and a superb score by John Further, Buda is Buttman Stagliano's Magna Buttocks -- the wrinkled brown crown on his triumphant career.

Buda opens its generous globes with a couple, fighting in Hungarian, driving through Budapest. The heady jazz score urges us into the oldest and newest section of the city, Buda, where Western style gangsters now rule the ancient ruins. The crime boss, Mishi, takes his girlfriend, Andrea, to a warehouse where his minions dismantle stolen Mercedes. Andrea gets tired of another night watching hot cars come and go and runs off into the Buda night. Through the crumbling alleys, where prostitutes parade their wares, she stumbles upon Rocco and Stagliano making a Buttman episode in a forgotten warehouse. She feasts her eyes on the buttocks at the end of the universe -- an ass so firm, ripe and globular that one can easily mistake it for a Christmas ham.

John and Rocco come out of the buttock's shadows to introduce the new girl to all dicks concerned. She immediately takes three facials and a butt slamming, prompting John and Rocco to remark on her comely work. But the boss is out looking for her. His errand boys bust down the Butt Cave and shoot the depleted guy inside Andrea's ass. (Luckily, he had already delivered his money shot.) Poor John takes a bottle in the head and Rocco is abducted to a TV disco where some women, with grateful round asses, like to play with the boys who wanna be girls.

Rocco's thrown in a back room where the genderfull are sampling drugs as a prelude to his cock. Fortunately, a big butt dancer bursts in and saves Rocco from crossing over into gay porn. Rocco fucks his way out of this jam and we cut to the big boss throwing a birthday party for himself. Here, there's all the shots you'd expect from Stagliano: the twin globes flattered in white fishnets tower above the hungry camera. But the party scene bogs down with the standard, round the three bases -- mouth, pussy, ass -- and shoot-a-load scenery. Still, we're over halfway home and there's no silicone in sight.

And it's on to tape two. Needless to say, Stagliano focuses on the handful of haves in Hungary today. With each decadent anal intrusion, you can feel the sphincter hold of the proletariat coming undone.

So, the gangster's girl calls Rocco to come rescue her from Hungarian depravity. But Rocco gets intercepted by eight lip smacking cheeks that want to force themselves upon his porn star face. The big boss shows up and whacks Rocco in the head; he slides into a buttocks dream he can't wake up from. In his delirium, Rocco follows another fishnet ass into the back room of some crumbling factory -- now the setting of an American big ass porno film.

Stalin, who took this land for Mother Russia, must be rolling over in his tomb. Millions died so some bleached blonde can suck throbbing dick in a dead factory. And so Rocco fucks her and Stalin's mono-megalomania into the bare concrete floor -- the only warm cracks in the decaying Socialist experiment supplied by her flesh more than willing. She gets up off the floor and struts around the empty room in her scuffed white platform go-go boots, trampling the last of Stalin's dreams. But soon enough, Miss proud and free Hungary is back down on her knees taking the huge cock of Western Capitalism all the way up her ass.

In the end, Hungary, in the form of Andrea, gets up off her knees and shoots the crime lord, Mishi, for continuing the rape of her country where the Red Machine left off. And Rocco gets the girl.

We will bury you... in pornography... in your own insatiable desire to consume goods and services... to fill up the emptiness of being born. Let's all jerk-off to that together.

(Thanks to Taboo Video for their patience and understanding.)



(Special thanks to Graveyard Mike and Taboo Video for the tapes.)



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