Okay, groovers...as promised on Tuesday (or threatened, depending on how you look at it), we're back with part 2 of BUCKTON and Ball's review of what's sure to be remembered as Brad Armstrong's magnum opus, the futuristic thrill ride of fuck known as 2040. It's nearly awards season, and you can bet your goddamn fuckin' ass that this thing's gonna be scoopin' up a shitload of them shits. Guran-fuckin-teed. Not that I have any insider info on the AVN awards or anything. If I did, I'd rig that shit so we won everything, you know?
If we didn't make it clear with part one of our review, this shit is good. Powerful fuckin' good. It's easily the best feature porn I've come across in, I dunno, fifty years or so. Other than our movie, of course. I mean, would it demand a two-part review if it wasn't totally boss? Of course not. Although, honestly, we just had too much footage with BUCKTON and MEAT inside that 2040 shirt than we knew what to do with, so we figured we might as well milk it for everything we got.
But that don't change the fact that 2040 is hooked the fuck UP. TEN THUMBS UP.