Dog Walker

Rife with outlandish symbolism and sexual encounters that simmer, boil, and detonate with passion, Dog Walker, from 1994, was not only the first John Leslie film for his own production company, but perhaps his finest work. Fasten your seatbelt and expect the unexpected, because Dog Walker is going to take you to places that span the gap from reality to dreams, desire to flesh and real to surreal. An unsettling urban atmosphere of wet pavements, back alleys and rising steam is Leslie's chess board, on which he moves Steven St Croix (as Tito, a two-bit diamond thief) around like a crazy cosmic pawn. His life in crime begins to collapse when he's double-crossed by his bosses (Jon Dough and David Pollman), as well as a mobster played by Leslie himself, in a chilling cameo. Dough and Pollman administer a severe attitude adjustment to St Croix by first attacking him in his own home, then rubbing salt of humiliation in his wounds by aggressively fucking his wife (the sultry Krysti Lynn). They spank her. They slam her. She loves it. The scene is uncomfortable, nasty, and unusually erotic. Though the purposely fragmented (but stimulating) plot is better left to viewing, the film is marked by several exceptionally hot erotic sequences. Moving into territory of the subconscious we find Joey Silvera playing a possible representation of St Croix's psyche, as well as main peg in a torrid threeway with Lana Sands and newcomer Maeva, whose butthole is bombarded like an air strike. In an inspired casting move, Leslie is able to bring forth from gorgeous Christina Angel her most sultry and aggressive sexual performance to date. She guides, tantalizes and generally fucks with St Croix' head big-time before allowing him a taste of her plentiful physical charms. Simultaneously tangible and ethereal,and always provocative her presence is indelibly stamped on nearly every scene. When hooker Isis Nile jerks off St Croix publicly in a crowded bar, and then whisks him to the back room for a seated reverse cowgirl/facial, Angel's there in the back-ground soloing behind a glass partition. In an open field, she gobbles three sticky loads from Tom Byron, Alex Sanders and Jake Williams, while St Croix (in a costume boosted from a Clint Eastwood spaghetti western) and crime boss Jamie Gillis have a verbal showdown which could have been written by Samuel Beckett. Voyeurs will salivate over a tryst much softer in tone, but riveting nonetheless, wherein supple Gerry Pike nails Angel in a bathroom while St Croix watches. Her finale with St Croix is the highlight, and Leslie has tapped into Christina's nastier side to unleash her sensuality. St Croix kneads her ass cheeks like raw sourdough and eats her ass while she gives expert head in a prelude to one of the finest doggie/missionary couplings you're likely ever to witness. Performances are top-drawer throughout, particularly St Croix in an intense and unusually subdued turn. Aided by sharp cinematography, and a fabulous original musical score, Leslie is able to effectively juxtapose the disturbing wild imagery with the hot sexual elements. Cast: Christina Angel, Krysti Lynn, Isis Nile, Lana Lands (Lana Sands), Maeva, Steven St Croix, Joey Silvera, Jamie Gillis, Jon Dough, Michael Jones, Tom Byron, Gerry Pike, Julian St. Jox, Alex Sanders, Jay Ashley, Jake Williams