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By
Giacomo Tramontagna
Heat
Rating: 4 Stars
Produced by Titan Media and Keith Webb. Photographed
and directed by Bruce Cam. Additional videography by John Simms.
Edited by James Sheridan. Music by Matthew Locke, J.D. Slater, Deep
Red, and
Leo Frapier. Starring Blake Harper, Jason Branch, Chris Steele, Alec
Martinez, Victor Racek, Yuri Breshnev, Michael Vincenzo, Brice
Patton, Nick Nicaste, Lance Gear, and John Galt.
How to order
The uncut, hardcore version of Titan Media's
Heat runs nearly three hours and encompasses just four major
scenes, but hardly a minute of screen time feels overextended. (The
one passage that could have been trimmed is
the opening sequence, whose overload of visual teasers includes
stunning shots that should have been permitted to catch viewers by
surprise in context later on.) The well-chosen cast, eleven muscular,
thirtyish-looking guys
with natural body hair and a few days' growth of beard, is
devastatingly hot. Everyone is fiercely into the sex. You get the
impression that the cameras could stop rolling, and the models might
still carry on till they drop.
The first three segments are carefully detailed and
seamlessly, beautifully sustained. This video should make a star of
Victor Racek, a Czech model making his Titan Media debut. Working
with Racek and
with Yuri Breshnev, his gorgeous off-screen partner, Alec Martinez
turns in a performance that rivals his work for Kristen Bjorn. Texan
hunk Chris Steele, a John Travis discovery who has been around for
two prolific years,
has never seemed so alive or attractive. Blake Harper's firelit
three-way with Titan models Brice Patton and Michael Vincenzo is
technically and sexually astonishing.
Just when you think nothing could top what you've been
watching for two hours, Jason Branch walks out of the desert,
encounters Lance Gear, John Galt, and Nick Nicaste under a railroad
bridge, and in
the landmark sequence that follows, lends new meaning to the term
branch water. The safety police may object to Branch peeing
into Gear's mouth and up Nicaste's gaping butthole, or Nicaste
expelling his urine enema on
Gear's face and chest, but these watersports passages are so superbly
handled that only the most squeamish viewers will balk.
Shot entirely outdoors in the desert outside Palm Springs and
on the grounds of the Gravel Pit, a Cathedral City sex club, this
primally erotic instant classic is the best Titan Media production
since the
original Fallen Angel (1998). It may be the crowning
achievement of director/videographer Bruce Cam, whose
direction of sex is second to none, and whose visuals set industry
standards.
Heat is available at retail outlets in a shortened version
that censors the piss play out of the fourth act; we recommend mail
ordering the unabridged edition obtainable directly from Titan on two
VHS tapes or DVD. Gay porn is seldom this good.
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