"ManPart Squad" features the kind of gorgeous men director Csaba Borbély seems to love. He takes us on a cops-and-robbers journey with uniform-clad hotties and über-sexy baddies. The flick has something to do with criminals and the law enforcement types who find them (and then fuck them).
In a briefing room somewhere in Eastern Europe, Luciano Endino, a hirsute brunet, and Antonio Fargo, a goateed dirty blond daddy type, kiss and grope on one side of the room as Fred Goldsmith, a muscular bodybuilder, and Benn Davis, tall and tanned, get undressed across the way. Undressed, Fred plops down and gives Benn a vigorous blowjob. Luciano crouches down and inhales Antonio's long pink dick. Antonio then sucks and rims Luciano on a desk as Benn scissor-fucks Fred on a desk. Antonio then rims Luciano's hairy crack and sucks his dick in a rim-suck maneuver. Then Antonio fucks a bent-over Fred as he rims Luciano as he sucks Benn's long one. Luciano then fucks Antonio. Then Antonio fucks Fred. Antonio then gets fucked missionary by Luciano as Fred, in a 69 position, sucks Antonio. Fred sucks Benn again. Enrico fucks Antonio again, this time missionary. Antonio cums while being fucked. Enrico pulls out and jerks off. Benn dumps his load onto Fred's chest and Fred pops last, but not least, with the biggest load of the four.
After apprehending Tony Magera, three irresistible cops take him back to the station. As Tony looks on from his cell, Jack Laurel, Claudio Antonelli and Sergio Foster get busy. Jack, a gorgeous hunk with smooth skin and a beautiful bubble butt, blows both of his cop buddies and then takes a fucking from both as well. Claudio is tall, very lean and well hung. Sergio is also tall with a V-shape and bears a striking resemblance to American porn star Mark Dalton (but Sergio is a bit leaner and has very dark hair). During all the sucking and fucking, Tony manages to grab the key from the big hook on the wall and free himself from his cell. Instead of fleeing altogether, though, he decides to join his captors. Tony, tan with a gymnast's build, gets missionary-fucked by Antonelli as Sergio sit-fucks Jack. They trade places and Sergio scissor-fucks Tony as Antonelli fucks Jack. Antonelli cums on Jack's hip, Sergio coats Jack's chest with his goo, and Jack and Tony aim their shots at the floor.
Borbély favorites Roberto Giorgio and Leslie Manzel, two officers looking for bad guys in a disco replete with Hungarian drag queens (in super-cheap wigs, mind you), kiss and grope and trade blows before Roberto scissor- and missionary-fucks Leslie and then Leslie sit- and scissor-fucks Roberto in a hot flip-flop on a mirrored stage. The kissing here is wonderful, as are the lavish blowjobs the men exchange. Nice pairing. For the final scene, Jonathan Collins, also a cop, takes two of the disco's go-go boys, Janos Volt and Alexandru Cuza, into a dressing room for an interrogation. But Jonathan has some unconventional interrogation techniques up his sleeve (and pant leg). Janos is compact and muscular, Alexandru is a lanky blond with an unusual face (and very long dick) and Jonathan is the knockout model featured on the box cover. All three men trade blows and then Jonathan fucks Janos and Alexandru.
Well, there you have it. The cast was uniformly hot, and the sheer volume of the sex was impressive. There was some good action, especially from Antonio, Enrico and Fred in the first scene and the Roberto-Leslie flip-flop in the third. As is usual for Borbély, "ManPart Squad" features an exceptionally good-looking cast with lots of eager bottoms for lots of hot tops. The production values are superb and the tanned bodies make every muscle, cock and asshole stand out.
A Video Review by Butch Harris
The films of Hungarian director Csaba Borbely have just gotten better and better over the past few years, and his latest, Manpart Squad, is unquestionably his best thus far. Like most of his works, this one is set in a hyper-masculine world - here, an urban police department - and like most of his casts, this one is loaded with macho studs who seem unlikely candidates for man-to-man action. (That, of course, is part of their allure.) As always, the performers are wildly energetic, but what sets Manpart Squad apart from Borbely's previous films is that here he has begun to coax passion and ardor - not just impersonal lust - out of these glorious sex machines. Little by little, they are beginning to relate to one another and to share the sexual experience. The machines are at last becoming human.
Manpart Squad begins in a big city station house, where the chief (blond, goateed Anthony Fargo) gives his daily briefing to the assembled cops. He is more mature than most of the other performers but every bit as hunky and a helluva good actor to boot. He praises his men for their high rate of arrests and points out two problems still confronting the squad: Widespread car thefts and a series of jewel robberies at a local dance club. He sends most of the cops out on their daily rounds but asks three (Luciano Endino, Fred Goldsmith and Benn Davis) to remain for special commendation.
Borbely still has not mastered the transition from set-up to sexual action, and here the jump from one to the other is jarring. But the sexual heat is so palpable that the viewer soon forgives and forgets as he becomes caught up in the sweat, spit and spooge. The star of the sequence is swarthy Endino, whose uninhibited enthusiasm and intuitive sexual skills made such an impact in Biker Bang and Revenge of the Dragon. Here he is first coupled with Fargo, who appears to be no stranger to gay sex, and together they simply explode, stripping each other, kissing and trading slurping blowjobs. But the highlight of their duet occurs when Endino throws his legs in the air for Fargo to gobble his furry asshole. Alas, Endino sticks to his topman status - and before the scene is over, his curving cutlass has slashed into both Fargo and Goldsmith but the image of him heels-to-heaven suggests that it is only a matter of time before he will join the ranks of "The Versatiles." Both Fargo and the ever-delectable Goldsmith prove that they can give as well as receive, but Davis remains his tradey self, yowling with the exaggerated brio of a pro wrestler. All four deliver strong money shots, but the zenith of the scene occurs when Endino drills Fargo to a propulsive ejaculation that demands instant replay.
The second sex scene finds three cops (veteran Claudio Antonelli, lanky Jack Laurel and newcomer Sergio Foster) on the prowl for stolen cars. They pull over baby-faced Tony Magera, and when he cannot produce his registration, they haul him off to jail. Here the transition from set-up to sexual action flows beautifully. Back in the anteroom adjacent to the cell, Foster and Laurel begin to play chess, but Antonelli already has his eye on Magera, who senses the sexual heat and begins to prowl his cell like a caged animal. That is what is so great about this scene - the tension floats through the room like a hypnotic gas. Soon, both Foster and Laurel join Antonelli in ripping off their uniforms and diving into a burning threeway with Laurel sandwiched in the middle, Antonelli up his ass and Foster's hefty cock and sweaty hole in his face. Before long, Magera has stripped down, snatched the keys to his cell and joined them. The rest of the scene is devoted to heavy-duty fucking, with topmen Antonelli and Foster repeatedly switching partners and positions. Both are first-rate fuckers, but they are matched every thrust of the way by Magera and Laurel, whose tunnels are seemingly lined with asbestos. All four deliver powerful money shots, but the most indelible image of the entire scene is Laurel's bronco busting lap-fuck aboard Foster, who is raw talent at its most promising.
Meanwhile, three other cops (Roberto Giorgio, Leslie Manzel, and Jonathan Collins) head for the night club in search of the jewel thieves (Janos Volt and Alexandru Cuza). While Collins questions them in another room, Giorgio and Manzel quickly clear the premises of its customers and have the glittering room to themselves. Both are gorgeous, involved, versatile superstars, and neither has ever performed more stupendously. The moment they are alone, they lock eyes and hurtle into an effusive embrace, hastily disrobing as they tongue-fuck their way to ecstasy on the glittering runway of the club. (By the way, Giorgio now sports a tongue piercing.) Both are glamorous icons with superb physiques, and each knows his way around another man's body. Consummate cocksuckers, they devour each other with what appears to be genuine enthusiasm before they ease into a show-stopping flip-flop. The fucking is as energetic as ever, but wonder of wonders! the pain soon segues into pleasure, and both seem to be actually enjoying taking it as much as giving it. This is surely a scene that should be remembered when awards time comes around.
The final vignette, in the bar's storeroom, finds Collins interrogating the two thieves - the improvisational acting is quite believable - and although the transition to the sex is clumsy, the action itself is anything but. Collins, who bears a striking resemblance to this season's breeder on The Bachelor, watches and fondles himself as the other two do a bit of docking before they go down on each other (and him). The high points of the scene include Collins and Volt trading kisses as they suck Cuza's cock, Collins jacking Cuza as he fingerfucks him, Cuza riding Collins in a squat fuck while giving Volt head, Cuza fucking Volt's upside-down ass from above, Volt spraying his own abs while being drilled by Collins and Collins' final statuesque pose as he spurts all over himself.
Director Borbely has never before brought such consistently believable, consistently torrid sex to the screen, and he has been greatly abetted by his writer/videographer Tom Bradford, whose moving camera captures every nuance, especially in the brilliant penetration close-ups, both oral and anal. In fact, Manpart Squad finds everyone involved to be in top form for this terrific game of cops and robbers.
- Jerry Douglas