Brazilian Bar Hopping

Studio: Amateur District
Director:
Cast: Karine Muller, Raissa Prado, Fernanda Alencar, Patricia Kimberly, Dane

Portions of this review originally appeared on Fleshbot

The term “sex tourism” has recently taken on as ugly a hue as “sex positive”, wherein sex tourism is associated only with traveling to places for the purpose of sex with minors and sex positive means no fun at all. But Amateur District’s Brazilian Bar Hopping is simply about the legal thrill of caipirinha-soaked evenings where all one worries about is a few Portuguese phrases and whether or not the leggy brunette at the bar is a tranny.

Such movies are made on the cheap in Rio and constitute a lucrative addition to the U.S. porn market with low overhead. There are no uppity directors, just cheap hotel rooms and some Brazilian hookers.

So where do we get the culture? Well, in America porn performers say “Fuck!” and “Ungg!” when you fuck them. In Brazil they say “Ai!” and “Ooeey!”

Such is the case with Raissa Prado. She doesn’t care that the sheets are off the bed; she says “Ai!” anyway. And her uncredited partner is a gentleman; he kisses her thighs afterward and wipes the come out of her eye.

As the performers are (probably) aware that this is porn for a foreign audience, conversation is kept to a minimum, as are any porn tropes beyond the universal standard facial pop shot. For this reason the interactions seem more sincere and, though this is a horrible reverse stereotype, the Brazilian girls just seem to enjoy themselves more.

Witness Patricia Kimberly, whom I am moved to take away from there. I can treat her better than that guy with highlights.

A woman named Dane headlines the next scene which, like the others, begins in the bar of a strip club. Unlike the others, though, Dane stays thhere. Perhaps it is for this reason, the lack of creature comforts as provided by the dingy hotel room, that this scene fizzles. Dane’s partner seems more into it than she does (though she does say “Gostoso!”)

A woman named Karine Muller is serviced by a mane-tossing tool. I didn’t know they had mane tossers in Brazil. You learn something new every day in this business.

Finally, Fernanda Alencar mixes things up a little by leading her partner through a different door to the same hotel room.

There was a lot of kissing and smiling in the movie, which was nice, and a lot of anal, which I suppose needed to be done because it was there. The simplicity of setting made it easier to concentrate on these all-natural, toned beauties. But it wouldn’t have killed the nameless producer to have had one shot of Ipanema or some dirty favela sex, either; why call the movie Brazilian Bar Hopping if there’s no creampies atop Pao de Azucar?

This movie needed to get out more. To paraphrase Murray Head: “One town’s very like a nother when your head’s down over your pieces (of ass), Brother.”