God bless Larry Flynt.

People often think I'm a fully negative person. They say I never agree with anything, they say I go out of my way to find fault with something. I can't help, being what I am, I cast doubt, I find the wrong. I never have anything good to say, because the good has already been said, and no one points out the bad. Or maybe it's because I never found anything, that I could truly consider to be 100% good. That was until today, when I had the fortune of discovering the most important pornographic DVD produced in the 21st century, Snoop Dogg's Doggy Style: Volume 1. After viewing the disc, in it's entirety, I came to two conculsions. Two conculsions, that every man should already know:

Snoop Dogg is a genius, and Larry Flynt is a living god.

Sup dog?

I could go on, in this space, to tell you how magnificant this film is, and how surely it's name and image will be etched into the stone of time. I could speak for ages about the phenominal combination of Snoop and Flynt, two men who know their bitches inside and out. I could rant and rave and ask why we had to wait so long for such a solid gold of an idea to come about, and question why no one throught of it sooner. However, my mere words cannot do justice, instead I shall let the film speak for itself. If you've ever watched a porn before, the opening is just what you would expect. The warming glow of the logo greets us, followed by a montage of scenes we will see later in the movie.

He got game.

A breif video tour of Snoop's crib follows, wit' his bitches, and hos shakin' dey ass, to the delight of the Dogg's crew. Much to the immortal words of the D O GG's song, Gin n Juice, "Don't you know, it's 2 in the morning, but the party is still jumpin' ... I got bitches in the living room, gettin' it on, and dey ain' leavin' till 6 in the morn." Yes, the party is always jumpin' down in Snoop's house. Weither they loungin' round the pool, soaking up the sun and gettin' an eye full of hos, or out in the court, proving their game, laying down their skills on the court, shit be goin' down all round Snoop's crib.

Get it boy!

And of course, the sex. What would a Hustler video be without mass nudity, and raunchy sex? All around the hizzouse, bitches be lettin' it all hang out. Titties floppin, asses shakin', raw, real, full and frontal nudity as far as the eye can see. All over the place, niggaz be tappin some bitch on the ass, even back in the bedroom, some nigga be gettin' him a piece of ass. There be more pussy up in this house then that wanna-be Hugh could've ever thought of.

The man himself.

After this fantastic trip through the dog house, we are greeted by the master himself. Snoop Dogg greets us with a grin, and welcomes us to his home. He speaks to us in a calm, cool manner, "Was up e'rybody out dere, play boys, and play girls? Wanna welcom y'all to uh.." His tone becomes more serious, "Doggy Style, Volume 1." The emotion with which he delivers his speech sends chills down your spine. He continues, "Yo, that's right, Doggy Style. I'm Snoop Dogg, and we inside da dog house. Welcome to my house, ain welcome to my house party."

Snoop's tone becomes lighter, as he continues his welcome, "What we gonna have for y'all today, we have a beautiful fashion show, showin' off my new clothing line.. k-nine clothing. Also we got a lot of nice videos." A wicked grin crosses his face, "X! X! X! rated videos. Yea, starrin' a lot of bad bitches. Bad, bad bitches. Ye dig?" Oh, we dig, Snoop, we dig.

Concluding his welcome speech, Snoop tells us, "And uh.. it's brought to you by Snop D O Double G, Doggy Style like I said. So uh.. why don' we give'em a little teaser, since dey got this far in the tape. Let's show'em somethin' real freaky."

Tappin' dat ass, while Snoop and crew do they thing.

With this, we cut to the tv. A video starts playing. Snoop and his boys be standing out by the pool, layin' down some rhymes, while bitches start tearing it off and goin' down on each other. That's when you realize, this isn't just any porn, it's a music video, and that this isn't just a music video, it's a pornographic music video. That's right friends, if you've ever wanted to listen to rap, watch some action, and take the dog for a walk, your search is over, this movie is for you. It's like MTV's TRL, except without Carson Daily, they show the whole video, and Lil Kim is on the ground, spreading her legs, while the chicks from Destiny's child perform a striptease. ... OK, it's nothing like TRL, but you know what I'm sayin.

In every sence of the word, Doggy Style is a masterpeice. Surely to be remembered along side classic films that define American society and culture, such as E.T., Dude Where's My Car?, and The Godfather. Nay, Doggy Style shall go down in history, being remembered for generations to come, as the works of Shakespear, and Bethoven's 5th symphony. Quickly, before all copies are moved onto musuem shelves, pick up a copy for yourself.

The only thing that could have made this film any better, would have been a cameo by Ron Jeremy. Perhaps in Volume II..

Final Score: 9.6/10