In this post-Max world, even Vivid videos are compelled to feature at least one anal scene. Anything less would be an insult to the home viewer. All-anal DVDs dominate the market, constituting at least half the releases ranked among the best-selling adult films charted. If Max Hardcore had footage of Private Jessica Lynch getting anally gangbanged by twelve Iraqi soldiers, he would not pull a Flynt and bury it - he would name it Jessica Lynch's Privates, and make it available on the Apple Music Store for 99 cents.In Max Hardcore videos, a girl's rear end is likely to be dilated to an outrageously uncomfortable circumference, usually with a clear plastic gynecological speculum equipped with a temperature gauge and buzzing electric lights. Awkward, biological attributes like the never-before-seen red, raw tubular tunnels are illuminated for all to see - yes, let's just come right out and say it - deep within her cavernous sphincter. Sorry if you can't jerk off to that, but more often than not Max's films are less about masturbation and more about showing the audience something they don't exactly see every day.
There is only one male performer in Max Hardcore Movies, and that's Max Hardcore himself. He brings to the table no modest lexicon of terms of endearment for his female victims. He refers to them as cock sockets, cum gargles, fuck holes, and jizz guzzlers. During extended sequences, he concatenates enumerated descriptors into a battery of demeaning expletive chains, a-la "piss-soaked, cum-splattered, soil-soaked, puke-stained, slime-covered, ass-blasted, fender-flapping, sponge-stupid shitfucks".
