WARNING!
Nino Bacci
Distributor | Released | Length |
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Great Dane Productions | 2000 | 120 |
Description source: promotional material
In the West Hollywood circuit-sex party scene, if you're not in the "in" crowd, you're nobody. Peter Chandler (Patrick Allen), Peter Duke (Dino Phillips), and Peter McNamarra (Sandy Sloane) are the leaders of the illustrious group. Daniel Sawyer (Brandon Lee) is also a part of the powerful clique but has different ideals of what a good circuit-sex party boy should be. Along the way, Daniel meets evil Jack Long (Gage Michaels) who convinces him in putting a body count on the city. Hot sex, murder and mayem take over this action-packed dark comedy full of hot boys and white hot jizz in every scene.
I can think of two ways to make me happy. The first is to get me discussing my favorite cult movies. One that will inevitably come up is "Heathers" (1990), the dead-on black comedy about growing up absurdly, a modern-day "All About Eve" -- if watched in the right frame of mind. The second would be to have Brandon Lee show up at my door on Valentine's Day with chocolates and plenty of time to spare. It's lucky for me, I guess, that whimsical director Dane Preston has forged both my love for "Heathers" and my abject adoration for Brandon Lee into the pleasurable "Peters" (1999). If you are unfamiliar with "Heathers," I won't bother to explain it, for "Peters" not only follows its plot almost scene-for-scene, but lifts large chunks of dialogue. I won't tell if you won't.
In the first scene, three stuck-up West Hollywood brats, all named Peter, are playing croquet (I'll dispense with any mallet metaphors since it's paying giddy homage to the source material). They are apparently playing for the rights to top and bottom. Poor Peter McNamara loses and has to bottom, as if that's a bad thing in WeHo. Next thing you know, the boys, Sandy Sloane as Peter McNamara, Dino Phillips as Peter Duke, and the gang's leader, Patrick Allen as Peter Chandler, are fucking on the pool deck. Sloane bottoms and sucks a mean dick at the same time. Oh, he remembers to stay hard the entire time, as if staying hard for Phillips and Allen would be a challenge. Allen has a great moment while fucking Sloane, by leaning over and helping to suck off Phillips. The three change positions a bunch of times, a cavalcade of blowing and ass-ripping that is quite effective. It is already evident that the director is not afraid to find creative ways to present all of this. Camera angles are sensational, nailing a great 69 here perfectly, and the positions are changed enough so no one, including the viewer, gets bored. Sloane is dynamite as the bottom who just cums and cums.
Allen takes his friend Daniel, played by the Brandon Lee in such a good performance you want to reach into your television and pull him home, to a big circuit sex party. As they are finding their way around, we find out that Daniel is not totally happy with the Peters, assholes whom he follows only to be popular. Well, if it means sucking up to these guys to get an invite to the party in the next scene, I have a feeling most of us would be willing. A very big orgy scene ensues with nine guys all over the place, doing everything you can imagine. The director doesn't let a hole go barren for long. As soon as someone is done fucking someone else, a third someone is right behind him to take his place. At first, you might be put off by the fact that you don't see any of guys' faces too much, but I applaud that methodology. We are supposed to be the voyeur at a sex party, where men are little more than cocks and asses. If you look closely, you will notice cameos by veterans like J.T. Sloan, Nino Bacci and dreamy Dave Russell, who still sucks a cock like he's teaching a class in it. Preston allows us access to a slew of tandem fucking and the magically inevitable double-fuck, always a treat in talented, um, hands. Another wonderful thing is the fact that the sounds are not edited out. We hear the friction of horny dicks, the noises of condoms, all of that. In fact, condoms play an integral part of almost every scene, a laudatory sentiment, especially in this grand orgy scene. By the end, with cum flying all over the place, the cast looks like a Jackson Pollock canvas.
Lee is still upset, he knows he sold out his friend Chip Noll, a nerdy but sincere pal (in the film, it was portly aptly-named Martha Dumptruck), for the Peters and this sex adventure. We see Noll try to enter the orgy, only to be forced on his knees to suck some overly-pushy cock. Fed up, Lee leaves the party, only to meet slimy Gage Michaels who is the opposite of the vain cockiness of the Peter crowd.
Lee is at first turned off by Michael's smarmy manner, but after a game of strip croquet, which, criminally, we don't get to see, they end up in a hot tub. Lee is so amazing in this scene, truly inspired, that I really wasn't sure if the heat in the film was coming from the water or his body parts (that's more than clever verbiage, I assure you). His physique is picture-perfect, packed solidly tight in all the right places, a cock that springs to attention and should model on a runway. Nipples you can't wait to squeeze. Eyes you want to wake up with. Michaels gets his crack at Lee's pole, lucky bastard, before Lee returns the favor on Michael's none-too-shabby cock. Lee then reveals, if you haven't seen it on display before, a sucking technique that will probably drive you crazy, real cause for imitation (not that any of you need lessons, I'm sure). He uses the lips for extension. See it to understand the erotic charge it produces. Lee fucks Michaels with a fury that could only be described as sex in fast-forward. Michaels cums streams of glob, and then Brandon plants a nice one on his partner's shoulder. It's love. They are now a couple. Why would Michaels let Lee ever go? Lee proves himself in this scene to be every bit as talented and bankable as any of porndom's more famous stars.
But, Michaels turns out to be scary. He wants to kill these puffed-up peacock Peters. He does in Patrick Allen first with poison, though lacking the dramatic fall through the coffee table. In the film, when the leading Heather was dispensed with, another Heather took her place, showing her reign with a red scrunchie taken from the recently deceased. Here, and this kept me laughing for the rest of the night because of its sheer wit, the scrunchie is a cockring. How perfect!
In the video's strangest scene, the next Peter comes and begs Lee to double date with him and hunks Rahm and Buzz (Doug Jeffries and Tony Acosta) as they go cow tipping (yes, that's in "Heathers," which by now you all want to click over and put in your Netflix queue). In a moment of sheer camp delight, the cow, which moos from a tape recorder somewhere behind the camera, is tipped over by the tipsy boys. I give Preston credit for his obvious adoration of his source material in even trying to recreate this scene, without sex no less.
Michaels wants to do away with Buzz and Rahm for this show of stupidity. So, Lee invites Acosta and Jeffries to a hot tub for some action. They cannot wait for Lee, so they start without him. I should say here that every scene has one ace performer and one with less energy. After a while, they take on an uneven feel, but if you watch the more active performer, you'll be just fine. In this scene, you can't help but watch sizzling Latino Acosta, a brutish sex pig who deserves some kind of award for his gleeful romp. He knows how to handle his own foreskin, filling it up with water and letting Jeffries pull it all over the place. They switch giving head before Tony plants a spectacular rim into Jeffries that can only be described, lovingly, as wildly animated. Tony gets fucked, twisting and contorting in sheer pleasure, every vein in his body popping out, before he blasts a load. Lee arrives after all this fun and shoots them (he thinks the bullets are blanks -- no one in this film shoots blanks). He and Michaels dress them up as trannies to tarnish their golden reputation, so that they go down as unsavory West Hollywood wannabes instead of the hunky drool-inducers they were. Not completely believable, but it's fun to watch here.
Michaels convinces Phillips to have every boy in the gayborhood sign a petition for an upcoming rave, and figures while he's blackmailing him with pictures of the new King Peter and outcast Bobby having sex, he must as well ball him too. Phillips immediately falls to his knees for a little Michaels worship. It's amazing how well some directors know their models. Preston is truly in tune with Phillips, finding a way to show off every second of sublime sucking at its best while hiding any less desirable moments that might sneak in. Phillips spends a good long time on Michaels, who enjoys the attention his blackmailing has wrought. Apparently a cleansing ass-lick goes with the package before Michaels returns the favor on Phillips waiting cock. The scene lacks much fire, probably because Preston is at his best when showing off fucking -- absent here.
Through a bunch of plot twists, Noll tries to kill himself ("Heathers" is dark, very dark, and thus so is "Peters," but its still a comedy) and Lee gets rid of Michaels and the rest of the Peters. He rushes over to his old friend Noll, sporting a strangely sexy bandage from his botched attempt. We know this scene will be romantic, because when Lee arrives, Noll is gazing sadly at a fire. But, even a bump on the head doesn't stop twinkish Noll from sucking the skin off Lee's ample cock. Lee then gives Noll's dick a little WeHo TLC. With a line that is not in the original film (about the only one), Lee says to Noll, "Let's do something about your virgin status," as good a line as any, and shoots into Noll's agreeable ass. Lee shines again in this scene by effortlessly changing positions, all while still inserted in Noll! The abject lust from the Michaels scene is gone, replaced by a charming sweetness here, showing off Lee to be versatile in many ways. Bobby cums while being fucked, though Lee doesn't let up for an instant until he's ready. They end up in a cute make-out and all is well. Martha Dumptruck only got Winona's arm around her shoulder as they walked off into the sunset. Of the two, do you prefer one scenario over the other?
Director Preston has fashioned a cheeky spoof with "Peters," one that works because it apes not only the plot, but the tone of the original film. This is not another tired porn flick where the name is a rip at a famous Hollywood film, but inside the box bears no resemblance to it. However, even the gleaming edge of the video cannot hide Brandon Lee from being the centerpiece of the experience in every conceivable way, so much so that the scenes without him seem a tad droopy for lack of him. First of all, he's a sexual dynamo, wriggling his way through the entire film with an easy sex appeal oozing from everywhere, then delivering on that promise by turning in a perfectly targeted physical performance. More than that, however, he is one hell of an actor. He mimics amazingly Winona Ryder's hysterically overwrought mannerisms, down to her way of writing. It's one of the few times in a porn flick I can really say acting solidified one character as more lovable and endearing than any other. He doesn't mumble, and he doesn't come off as overly prissy or wooden like many of his contemporaries. He's a sheer delight, and as I watched this film, I couldn't help but think of a whole slew of other favorite cult films with which he and Preston could tinker. If you're interested, boys ...
DVD features: Chapters; cum-shots chapter; additional scene (from ATRON's "Down & Dirty": In a locker room are Michael Brandon and sensationally handsome blondish Kurt Wagner. Kurt gazes longingly at the massive package tied up in Michael's jock, but he doesn't have to wait long for it. Michael isn't the type to tease when he can have his cock actually being worked. After sucking through the jock, Kurt is finally allowed to chomp on Michael's cock for real. His little face isn't even as big as the piece, so he adopts a variety of styles to suck it, succeeding in showing how desperate he is to please it. Kurt squats over Michael's face and feeds him cock, with Michael displaying his awesome sucking prowess. This position also gives him access to Kurt's ass, which he licks and fingers to eye-popping reaction from Kurt, who sticks his tongue in Michael's ass as a way of working off the pleasure he's feeling. The 69 rimming is hearty on both sides. Naturally, all of this prep has been working up to Michael fucking Kurt, and when Michael fucks, he doesn't let his bottoms off easily. He pushes his bigness all the way into Kurt from the get-go and then gives his partner one of his typical powerful fucks, making sure Kurt receives full deep penetration with every thrust. Kurt looks almost dazed as Michael works him over, but he's a true sport and Michael is allowed to go wild with him. Michael then puts Kurt perpendicular on his head so he can fuck him downwards, a position Michael aces with glee until Kurt explodes and Michael follows.); gallery; trailers; and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Brent Blue