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By
Giacomo Tramontagna
The Addiction, Parts 1 and 2
Rating: 3 Stars
Falcon/Jocks Studios. Directed by Chi Chi LaRue. Written by Chris Steele and Chi Chi LaRue. Videography by Max Phillips. Edited by D.C. Wheeler and Max Phillips. Music by E.M. Diaz and Sharon Kane. Starring Aiden
Shaw, Josh Weston, Danny Vox, Tommy Brandt, Ken Houser, Maxx Diesel, Trent Atkins, Brad Benton, Rob Romoni, Alec Martinez, Danny Lopez, Rob Anthony, Brad Patton, Marcus Iron, Jacob Hall, Trent Austin, Justin
Dragon, Daniel Montes, Filippo Romano, and Joe Foster.
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This ambitious, two-cassette, two-and-a-half-hour sexathon from Chi Chi LaRue falls short of classic stature, but it's memorable, and its vitality never lets up. Hot Australian bloke Aiden Shaw, who addresses portentous
comments to the camera from time to time, plays the owner of Addiction, a gay dance-and-fuck bar whose fevered atmosphere inspires sexual compulsion. Most of the sex takes place on the premises or nearby-- in the men's room, on
a banquette, on and near the bar, in Shaw's office, in the parking lot, and, maybe best of all, inside club patron Josh Weston's head.
When an out-of-towner asks Shaw how to meet local guys, he replies, "The secret is... to pin 'em up against the wall, give 'em a good kiss, bend 'em over, and fuck 'em stupid." The eight sex scenes, four in each half, get
right to the point. They include four duos, two threesomes, and two five-man orgies. In addition to a dream sequence involving Brad Patton, Jacob Hall, Marcus Iron, Trent Austin, and a two-tiered platform, Josh Weston has a
hungrily erotic real-life tussle with Latino couple Alec Martinez and Danny Lopez. In the first of two elaborate tearoom segments, Ken Houser, the club's vulpine bouncer, behaves like a predator; in the second, he becomes prey. Shaw
has an pungent after-hours fling with patron Rob Anthony, and later tangles even more effectively with a compliant job applicant, fellow Aussie Joe Foster.
The script, credited to LaRue and Chris Steele, is a mishmash, but the sex eclipses the deadbeat commentary and half-baked storylines. Some of the models have such awful diction that you may need to stop and rewind
in order to figure out what they're trying to say. (But once you've deciphered it, you'll wonder why you bothered.) Weston's dream gets discontinuous toward the end, when you wish it would become more focused. These flaws
may not stick in your memory, however; you're more likely to retain vignettes like the one where Weston circles four seated men in a frenzy of cocksucking. You may even want to watch them again and again, addictively.
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