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Debbie Does Dallas is arguably the most well-known and endearing classic film in porn history. We'll use the term "arguably" here because there are others, like Deep Throat, that could conceivably make the claim. But it would be hard to find an adult film that has so captured the hearts and minds of the porn-watching public and the attention of so many others as much as this film. You don't have to like or know anything about the NBA to recognize the name Michael Jordan and if you were to ask anyone – anyone - on the street (as long as they are 18 or older) they'll have at least heard of Debbie Does Dallas.
So what is it about this film?
For starters, one of the benchmarks of a great film is box office success. DDD is one of the top five grossing porn flicks of all time. At one point, it was estimated to have pulled in $250,000 per week per screen at the theaters in which it was showing. (Yes, porn used to show in theaters way back when.) Once the home video market took flight, DDD was all but assured its rightful place in film history.
Second, it's not a stretch to suggest that, for thousands upon thousands of male Generation X-ers, DDD was their first introduction to sex. The mere mention of the title, for many, will have associated with it fond adolescent memories of sneaking into dad's closet or big brother's room to smuggle a copy down to the basement to gawk, cringe, giggle and get corrupted by images and situations they had until that point only heard about, dreamt about or imagined.
Next, DDD was filmed in the seventies, the disco era. Neanderthalic-looking mustachios were in, as were unwieldy collars, polyester, poofy locks and poorly-designed graphics. It's a kitschy time capsule of all things inexplicable, part of its innate charm. Further, this particular decade was still not too far removed from the Sexploitation era, where filmmakers pushed the envelope to see what they could get away with. It is here that Deep Throat could lay claim to the porn throne for its runaway success and its opening of doors for pure hardcore, but DDD honed the formula with better pacing, humor and plot than its predecessor. Considering hardcore was something entirely new, DDD made a stronger impression in people's minds than films that would come later. Firsts of anything tend to do that. And helping the reminiscent qualities of the film too is the high school setting, a time of discovery that is universal to most, where teenage boys and girls learned about themselves and about each other. There was innocence and ill repute. There were raging hormones, pairings, break-ups, confusion, crushes on teachers, and a growing rebelliousness to authority. It's easily identifiable emotion and it's all here. Films like DDD are the tripwire that floods the thoughts with strong feelings of nostalgia and memories of a time when life was easy. Toss in the sequels, remakes, Broadway productions and the cyclical nature of art and fashion and entire new generations of fans are always being introduced to the phenomenon that is DDD, helping to foster its ongoing legacy.
And then there's this: the continuing mystery surrounding the disappearance of the film's enigmatic star, Bambi Woods. After all these years, it still resonates. She vanished, seemingly from the face of the earth, after only four films. She is alleged to have succumbed to a drug overdose in 1986, though there are plenty of theories and conjectures that conflict with that account. To this day, no concrete evidence exists that Ms. Woods is dead… or alive. Years of rampant speculation have brought a mythical quality to an already legendary film.
What about the film itself?
The plot is rather simple. Debbie Benton gets the call up to the bigs to become a Texas Cowgirl cheerleader. There is, however, one major snag. She will have to raise the travel money all by her lonesome as her parents are not too keen on the idea, calling her dreams "outdoor burlesque". The rest of the girls on her current squad decide they will chip in to help raise the funds, but they have only two weeks to do so. Hatched in the girls' locker room after cheerleader practice, the plan is to get part-time jobs after school. They form a collective called Teen Services offering up their time at the library, record store, tennis pro-shop, candle shop, or wherever they have connections. There are to be no dates with their football-playing boyfriends during this time as they are up against the clock. But, like many of the best laid plans, these too go astray.
As they undertake their jobs, the girls soon realize that they are busting their butts only to see little scratch in return – that is, except for Debbie. She has discovered both power and empowerment at the sporting goods store where she works. Her boss, Mr. Greenfield (Richard Balla), is more than willing to throw money at her just for a look, touch or suckle of her beautiful tits. Her discovery perks up a glum locker room and it is at that point they realize there are other ways of making a lot more money a lot more quickly. What transpires during the film makes for some of the more unforgettable scenes in the annals of adult cinema.
There is the shower scene.
The boyfriends aren't too thrilled about the loss of date night, so they have to make hay while the sun shines. Roberta's (Christy Ford a.k.a. Misty Winters) boyfriend (David Morris) and his buddies join her and Pat (Kasey Rodgers) in the showers after practice. Roberta performs oral sex, rides CG and gets fucked doggie. Sexy, redheaded Pat gets drilled in mish on the tile floor and gets cum spurted onto her back and ass, all of it done to a soundtrack that resembles a Curtis Mayfield/70s game show theme mash-up. After that, there is a threesome including some tight penetration shots in spoon position followed by a tight cumshot and an even better one onto her cheek and into her mouth courtesy of Herschel Savage.
There is the candle scene.
Roberta is at the candle shop when her boyfriend Tom calls on the private line. They miss each other terribly on account of the no sex pact and Roberta can't keep from fondling her breasts as she talks. She promises to meet him at dance class the following day. Meanwhile, the thought of their meeting has her worked into a frenzy. She unbuttons her skirt, unsnaps the crotch of her panties and begins to masturbate in the shop, her fingers sliding across her wet pussy lips and thick bush. In one of the all-time classic moments, she takes a nearby candle and fucks herself like it was a dildo. Of course, her employer, Mrs. Hardwick (Robyn Byrd), catches her in the act. At first she is indignant, asking Roberta if this is what she is paying her for, but quickly recants and apologizes. As Roberta tries to save face by throwing on her clothes, Mrs. Hardwick inches closer, relaying that she understands how everyone has his own "thing". For the Hardwicks, that thing happens to be voyeurism. Mr. Hardwick (Eric Edwards) fucks Roberta in mish on a sectional as the Mrs. fingers her own clit. He pulls out, cumming onto Roberta's foot and into Mrs. Hardwick's open mouth. She proceeds to licks up any wayward drops.
There is the car wash scene.
Annie (Jenny Cole) and Rikki (Sherri Tart) have agreed to wash cars to raise their portion of the funds. When they show up at Mr. Bradly's (David Sutton) residence, he is not home. They decide to wash it anyway and jet around back to get the washing supplies. Between the two of them, they suspect they can get 100 bucks flashing their tits. Mr. Bradly arrives home and insists they change out of their wet clothes. To do it in front of him is $10 bucks a piece. Of course, seeing their natural tits and full bush brings out his animal side. For $25 more, they allow him to smother them in kisses. He runs his tongue down Annie's youthful body and slips it into her hairy pussy. Rikki moves in and sucks his hard dick. At this point, he doesn't care what the cost, he needs them both right this minute. They tag team his tower, slowly sucking his swollen head and licking his balls. Annie takes it in the ass from behind and Rikki jacks the cum from his dick onto Annie's crack and licks it up. There is no afterglow here as the wife comes home earlier than expected. The girls sprint upstairs, grabbing their still sopping duds off the olive green shag carpet, and make a quick exit.
There is the library scene.
Donna's (Merle Michaels) boyfriend, Tim, bumps into her on campus and desperately wants to see her. She's on her way to the library and says she'll call him later, but he can't bear it anymore, so he sneaks into the library during her shift for some alone time. She shows him some of the moves she's learned. Just like football, he goes long and she hits him on a deep route, slurping on his member and jacking him onto her mouth and cheek. File that under the gooey decimal system. Mr. Biddle, Donna's boss, catches them in the act and sends her to his office. She begs him not to contact the parents and he agrees, though he thinks she needs a good spanking. He knows just the one to administer them: him. He's wise to their little company, but unwittingly becomes a client anyway when he realizes Donna will do anything to avoid the parental wrath. He hikes up her skirt, pulls down her panties and spanks her bottom, causing her ass to turn red and his wallet to become lighter.
There is the sauna scene.
Lisa (Georgette Sanders) has been working at the tennis club, but has started to get noticed by the male patrons because she doesn't wear undies under that cute outfit. She services two guys in the sauna after their match, sucking off one guy and taking another from behind.
There is the record store scene.
Tammy (Arcadia Lake) has been lagging behind the others in money generation, but it's because she doesn't like record shop Tony and his advances. Lisa arrives at just the right time with a proposal for Tony and to offer some comfort to Tammy. Lisa goes down on Tony and then offers up his cock to Tammy, who samples his head like it's a piece of hard candy. The flavor is so sweet she sucks the entire length. Lisa puts the finishing touches on the scene enticing Tony to cum onto Tammy's tiny little tits.
And there is Debbie's scene.
Debbie is told by Mr. Greenfield that he will pay for her and all of the girls to go to Texas if she's willing to do whatever he asks. She relents, arriving at the store in her Texas Cowgirl outfit. He emerges from the changing room in a football outfit, though as his dangling cock suggests, he forgot his cup and jock strap. He has always fantasized about being team captain and fucking the head cheerleader. Debbie's already got the head part down, rolling her tongue over his erect shaft. He strips her out of her short shorts and pries apart her pussy lips, fingering her clit and punching his tongue across her bushy goal line. He fucks her mish and doggie, then, appropriately enough, in cowgirl on a gym mat. In the lattermost position, there are some nice shots of her ass sliding up and down his cock and his fingers exploring around her asshole. She cums hard and he sprays a huge stream of cum onto her belly while she jacks his cock. Touchdown!
If there's a criticism of this film, it's that the women are "ugly" and the fucking is way too vanilla. By today's standards the fucking argument is debatable, but only if taken out of context. Again, this was not too far removed from the Sexploitation and soft-core eras. For its day, DDD was over the top. As for the ugly factor, you have to understand that this was the seventies. People weren't as hung up about their looks as they are today. Further, there were no contract stars and the talent was paid a pittance compared to the six-figure salaries of some of today's top performers. How many of you could honestly say you would fuck on film, when porn was not as accepted as the fact of life as it is today, risking your reputation, all for a few measly bucks? A smaller talent pool means a lesser number of "hot" women from which to choose. That said, beauty, as everyone knows, is in the eye of the beholder. There are PLENTY of guys who like women to look like regular women, bodies clear of tats and silicone, with bush, 11-16% body fat, and no artificial in-fem-ination of any kind.
Regardless of what anybody thinks, Debbie Does Dallas has etched its place in history as one of the all-time greats. As always, watch it for yourself and make your own judgments.