Minus a trio of scenes in which the film’s star takes it up the keister, this amounts to nothing more than a beautifully-shot 90 minute home video of Bobbi Starr (2011′s “Scooby Do: A XXX Parody“) running around Rio. Not that that’s a bad thing, mind you. Starr’s a gracious, intelligent, affable tourist who seems genuinely interested in the culture (a nice departure from the typical club-obsessed porn gal) and her enthusiasm for the experience is infectious. It makes the whole thing a joy to watch.
The videographer/director (Bobbi calls him Felipe) does an excellent job of capturing and conveying the essence and beauty of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. He also does a pretty good job of making a jet-lagged Bobbi look exquisite, even while she’s lining him up for yet another pot-shot. Goofy and slightly spellbound by his American starlet-for-hire, Felipe makes for an easy target and Bobbi has no problem rolling over him at every turn. She eases up a bit, and a playful big sister/little brother-type relationship begins to manifest. After awhile, I found it rather endearing. I guess it’s just as well they never hooked up.
In a parting moment though, she does intimate to Felipe that she’d like for him to come to America and visit her sometime (“I’ll show you my house”), to which he replies, “And him?” pointing at his stud-for-hire, Jazz Duro. “Yeah, him too,” she says, half-heartedly, shaking her head. She gives him a look that speaks volumes: ‘No, not with him, you idiot. You, by yourself! Dude, I like you.’ He’s blind. Felipe might be an expert behind a camera but he clearly doesn’t realize when he’s being hit on. Kinda sweet. Kinda cute.
As Bobbi strolls through a bustling airport, she relates to us via handicam that she just dumped her boyfriend, and has arrived in Rio for a much needed vacation. She’s jet-lagged from a 12 hour flight and just wants to get some sleep. She meets up with the two-man production team, Felipe, the director/videographer, and the stud-for-hire, Jazz Duro (thanks, Kafka!). Following the introductions, she zips off in a waiting cab to her hotel. Even after gaining a few hours of beauty sleep, she’s still a tad moody as she joins the boys at their rented yacht later in the day. Bobbi films her trip with her camcorder, which seems to madden the camera guy, Felipe, as he has to make due with seeing a small black object obfuscating his starlet’s face for much of the shoot.
In this early bit, moody Bobbi seems to take great joy in mocking Felipe who has trouble differentiating the nuance of certain English words and phrases. “I won’t fuck you, but I will fuck with you,” she tells him. He’s oblivious to her meaning. Later, she seems to be genuinely offended by something Felipe says (something totally harmless) and she proceeds to mock not only his nationality but his masculinity. It goes on way too long and he appears to grow frustrated with each barb she throws his way. It takes Jazz to break it up. Oh, Bobbi. Back to the action; Bobbi handjobs Duro, which leads to them attracting the attention of some Coast Guard officers who hover up alongside their yacht and observe them. “I don’t want to get arrested,” Bobbi says. After a few tense minutes, the officers depart without incident. Bobbi and Jazz proceed to screw, including Bobbi taking it up the ass. A vigorous round of butt-sex and some gaping ends with Starr taking Duro’s load across her face and into her open mouth. She cleans him off.
Later, they head down to the beach for some fun in the late-afternoon sun. With Pão de Açúcar dominating the skyline, Bobbi goes for a quick dip. Stepping out of the water, she once again chides the director, this time about his sexuality. The conversation shifts to Starr admitting that she’s not much into guys, as she seems to attract only the crazy ones. She likes girls, she tells him. Waiting for Bobbi to slip out of ear shot Jazz leans over and mutters to Felipe, “I knew it.”
There’s some deep gagging, slobbery, anal-gapey goodness back at their hotel as Bobbi makes short work of Jazz with her mouth, vagina and ass. Sadly, she’s convinced herself that she’s Sergio Leone and is forever giving us holy fucking Christ-sized close-ups of her lover’s penis. Damn, girl, how about a spoiler next time. Giant penis entering frame or something. “I won’t be able to show this to my mom,” Bobbi complains. Why show it to us? Lots of anal gaping, Bobbi involuntarily farting and other nastiness that ends with him pulling out of her ass in spoon and ejaculating his genetic goop across her pubes.
Extemporaneous video of Bobbi, Felipe and Jazz traveling around Rio, taking in the sights and basking in the culture culminates back at the hotel with Bobbi taking it in the ass yet again. Prior to that, Felipe and Jazz hit her up with the “Do you wanna be a top model” line and, despite realizing how utterly silly it is, she agrees to play along. She pole dances (why is there a stripper pole in a hotel room?) and then heads to the roof for some more topless dancing and ass-fingering.
Back in their room, she takes on Jazz for a third round of screwing, this time on a barber’s chair. A couple of gross anal gapes, some deep gagging messiness and some runny eye make up and we arrive at Jazz’s third (and best) orgasm which he launches straight up and into Bobbi’s mouth. Bobbi spits it out all over the camera and then shoops it up.
“Can I have one day on my own?” she asks Felipe, which when translated means, I think, one day when she doesn’t have to take it up the ass. An afternoon of Rio sight-seeing, goofing around with Felipe at an empty soccer stadium (my absolute favorite part of the movie) and Bobbi is hopping on a plane for home. “This was the best trip I’ve ever had in my life,” Bobbi says into her camera, sending the film out on a high note. I wonder if Felipe ever took her up on her offer.
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