Voluptuous Biker Babes screened at the New Beverly Theatre Saturday morning at 1 (why I ever get there early for midnight shows still confuses me. It must be the inexpensive snacks. What cost me $15 at Watchmen at the Arclight the next night cost $3 at the New Beverly. And I’m still talking about snacks, by the way) to an audience that included much of the cast and crew, who gave out prizes such as a Topco mold of April’s subequatorial moneymaker.
Fans of the zaftig Flores were probably torn between her glamorous physical presence and the even bigger projection of her on the screen. But as I always say (and as is engraved in the State House of Utah), “The screen does not perfume its boobs.”
The version chosen by director Carlos Batts was the softcore cable cut, so attendees weren’t treated to popshots in the Mojave. Still, the experience of being in an auditorium watching porn with 100 other people made me nostalgic for my days at NASA.
Previously on Porn Valley Observed: Why I love the theatre; You got your post-apocalyptic in my voluptuous
See also: April Flores, Carlos Batts
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