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By
Jim D'Entremont
At the beginning of Black Nubian
Fantasies, Terrell Jones's mouth appears in extreme close-up to declaim, with Olympian gravity: "Voices-- voices. Bodies with strength and power creating a friction field
of energy that moves and circles to give life to those thoughts and fantasies lurking deep in the shadows of our minds. I am The Voice." Serving a purpose similar to that of Bela Lugosi as the godlike semi-coherent
overseer/commentator of Glen or Glenda, Jones-- Voice and Mouth-- introduces each of four episodes.
The most interesting aspect of this video, which seems to have lacked a director, may be the pets involved. In the first sequence, as lovers Paul Hanson and Sean Bishop have sex on a
chaise lounge in front of the fire in their well-appointed den, an exceptionally chirpy canary tweets in the background until you begin to forget the sex and wonder if the damn bird needs help. Later, as Trey Whitman and Ty Trent (under the
watchful gaze of voyeurs across the street) cavort on a couch, a gray cat walks through, looks quizzically at the two men fucking, glances toward the camera with a hint of disdain, and walks away.
Two other sequences start promisingly, then switch to uninteresting sex fantasies set in what looks like the basement of some abandoned bondage club. Hanson and Bishop perform with conviction, and
Jerry Deep and Pretty Tye look great playing basketball, but on the whole the handsome African-American cast is poorly showcased here. "Most of the time your fantasies surpass reality," says The Voice, "but if you can make
the two one, satisfaction is guaranteed." In Black Nubian
Fantasies, alas, the fantasies don't measure up to reality, and satisfaction is scarcely to be found.
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