Internal Love Vol. 5

It’s been said that it’s what’s on the inside that counts. In the case of Internal Love Vol. 5, the “what” is a gooey dollop of scrotum sauce, injected into the pussy of a horny chick. To be fair, director James Avalon attempts to serve up more than just an assortment of creampies. The video opens with a pensive sound track as a guy opens an old box labeled “Grandpa’s” and unearths artifacts such as a manual typewriter and an ancient, hand-crank video camera. In wanders a young box in the form of perky-titted brunette Gianna Dior who, naturally, wants to know how the archaic image-capturing device works. Soon enough the couple decides to film with the old contraption, and Dior is prancing around and posing topless for the camera to the beat of a “My Sharona” knockoff that, quite frankly, might very well be the highlight of this offering. Once the boning ensues, the action is captured both through the lenses of the archaic camera and more contemporary equipment, a nice directorial flourish on Avalon’s part. This is a well-produced offering, but they might have recorded the dialogue better—pity the poor jerkoff who cranks the sound to actually hear what the actors are saying, only to be bombarded by high-decibel fuck-screams when the real action kicks in. (Apartment dwellers, beware—without a deft working of the volume and mute controls, your neighbors will soon be aware of your viewing habits.) Overall, though, Internal Love Vol. 5 is worth looking into. —P.D.R.