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Carlos Morales (ve)
Carlos Morales (ve)
Distributor | Released | Length |
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Video 10 | 1998 | 87 |
Distributor | Released | Length |
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Cazzo Film | 1999 |
Description source: promotional material
Secret Initiation!... Strange encounters!.. Alien abduction!...
It can't be denied that "Staten Island Sex Cult" (1998) is a rather peculiar and different porn film, but for all its oddness of story and direction, there is more than a fine share of good sex. Carlos Morales, in one of his earliest appearances, shows what makes him such an adored star, and if the other guys in the story didn't climb the ranks like Carlos, a few certainly show off darn good sexual prowess.
The story takes place in 1997 in a cult home in Staten Island (I'll leave the geography lesson to an atlas). The cult members are a bit upset that the murder of Italian fashion designer Gianni Versace has made one of its former members popular, but they push on. The leader, a blond chap with a Mohawk named Stinkmetal, urges his remaining members on with such head-scratching pearls of wisdom as: "you and your butthole are partners in freedom," and "shit stains wait for no man."
Anyway, hunky Lance Burstin, dressed in leather shorts, hat, armband and cuffs, goes to exercise, and Chris Capelli, a bald guy with a great ass and a goatee, comes in to practice his dance (he's going to raise money by stripping -- don't ask). He gyrates around getting Lance all hard, but when Lance goes to blow him, Chris asks for a rain check and trots off to the shower. After a little time there alone, Lance joins him and, apparently, shower water will substitute for rain. They kiss rather passionately, and lather each other until their dicks are hard. Lance sucks first, delivering an easy blow, then Chris takes off with the same eagerness. Lance sips a beer, then drips it down his chest for Chris to capture as he's blowing. Out of the shower, Chris blows a bit more, and then gets fucked by Chris. The dick fits into the ass perfectly, the fucking is fine, if lacking a tad in spirit. Lance gets to cum before the scene ends.
The intro to the second scene has no dialogue, so I'm not quite sure how it happens as it does. Nevertheless, a very sexy black guy named Malice strolls the Staten Island Beach, spying adorable brunet John Leon, who is rapturously watching a blond female dance in the sand (she flashes her tits at him with a series of giggles). The guys notice each other, and then suddenly they are inside with Malice massaging John. Malice has a great sinewy body with piercings all over. The massage turns sexual when Malice takes a lick of John's ass, and then John gets to blow Malice's delicious dark cock. These two guys have a nice chemistry, so the scene hums along at a good pace. They 69 with Malice blowing, rimming and fingering, John content just to suck up the dick. Malice has a solo rimming session for a bit before fucking John. If Malice doesn't seem hard, the entire time, he still manages to pound John intensely, who seems to register lots of glee as a bottom. The fucking stays intense the entire time, and when it's over, John gets a chance to suck Malice more before they pop their loads.
Cult member Vinny Lucchese is on the Staten Island ferry going to Manhattan with Joey LaBeau. Joey, somewhat older than the shaved-headed tattooed Vinny, makes every effort to keep Vince's eyes on him, and they get away with quite a bit of overt teasing filmed in full view of the other passengers. Once they dock, they go off to an apartment (where a mysterious figure dressed head to toe in vinyl is stealing a TV for no apparent reason) for some sex. Vinny tells Joey he's part of a club that is interested in foot fetish and proceeds to lick the heck out of John's toes. Joey licks all over Vinny before they tumble into a 69 where Joey is blowing and Vinny is rimming. Vinny fingers and then fucks Joey who is rather a lifeless participant while topman Vinny is spirited. It doesn't take Vinny long at all to cum, followed by a blast from Joey.
Into this unique little film ambles Carlos Morales, looking so fresh and young, muscled to the hilt, and simply beautiful. Stinkmetal has convinced him to join the cult and tattoos him with their logo (in a tattoo session that looks somewhat real). "It hurts but it feels good," Carlos says, eyes already twinkling. Stinkmetal then pulls out a camera and has Carlos dance around for him, intending to sell the proceeds in support of cult activities abroad. I don't think Carlos cares too much about the proceeds, to music by Marc Almond ( http://www.MarcAlmond.co.uk ), he twists in a dancing scene that, without showing so much as a pubic hair, is sexier than almost anything else in the video. In a series of fetish costumes, Carlos, eyes planted firmly on the camera and never breaking his lustful gaze, dances up a sexy storm, teasing and pouting so much that I wanted to stuff dollar bills through the TV into his leather G-string. Eventually he gets to sit in a chair and beat off his considerably big cock in front of a mirror, but that gets surprisingly little screen time. No matter, the dancing itself was well worth the scene.
The next scene is on July 23, 1997, "The Arrival." John comes to the cult manse on Staten Island, greeted at the door by Chris. On the staircase, they start to grope and kiss surrounded by a floral wallpaper I can't imagine any cult supports. They find their way into more privacy and strip as Sox, a Latin cutie with a shaved head and a severe goatee, watches them initially from the staircase. John's cock is truly stunning, curving 90 degrees down, and Chris gives it a spectacular blow, surprisingly deep-throating it. Sox finally joins in, bringing to the scene a gorgeous dark cock. John rims a bit as Sox fingers him harshly. There are a lot of quickly edited position changes where all three get to suck and rim each other. Chris fits a big dildo into John, and keeps it shoved in fully, showing John, once again, to be a promising bottom. As John is getting fucked by the dildo, Sox cums on his chest, and then Sox is off to blow Chris, taking over the dildo-shoving from Chris, who oddly makes a big show of putting John's shoes back on his feet. When John has three fingers shoved up Chris' ass, there's a sudden flash of light, some narrated discussion of "the father ship," and they disappear. All that's left are their shoes. The Arrival, natch.
Okay, so the story doesn't make a whole lot of sense. Okay, so it almost seems like the spillage of insanity into porn (let's not blame Staten Island), but it's undeniable that much of the sex is attractive. Carlos Morales certainly makes his solo scene into a work of art, but Chris and John, with two scenes apiece, are noticeable talents. In the end, it's almost worth the craziness of the plot to get to the sex before the mysterious return to the father ship.
DVD features: Auto-start, auto-repeat; scene selection; and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Brent Blue
A film that fans of gay XXX will either love or hate, Staten Island Sex Cult is a bizarro trip into alien visitation, the cult of personality and foot fetish. The sex is good, at times great, and the models are mostly street-handsome. No buffed gym clones here, although box cover boy Carlos Morales has worked for Falcon Studios (under the name of "Ivan Ortiz," and when you get a chance to ogle his incredible body, you'll know why). However you look at it, Staten Island Sex Cult is not your typical fuck film.
It comes with an enviable underground pedigree. Director/editor Charles Atlas is a cult filmmaker, under the name Jack Shoot, and for his cutting-edge work has been publicly denounced on the floor of the U.S. Senate by none other than Jesse Helms. Singer/songwriter Marc Almond contributes a pair of songs to the film; fans of eighties pop music will remember Almond best as the front man for Soft Cell, who scored a massive hit with a cover of Tainted Love. Non-sex performer Kembra Pfahler is well-known to devotees of New York City's underground rock scene. Last but not least, the producing team was responsible for the indie gay-themed film Latin Boys Go To Hell, which toured the U.S. art house circuit throughout most of 1998.
Whew.
The video concerns itself, more or less, with the sexcapades of a bizarre sex cult. The plot, generously described in the press materials as "non-linear," follows the various members' exploits. Chris Capelli is a pierced, slender cutie who asks his cult leader for permission to practice his strip routine instead of cleaning toilets ("OK, but remember - shit stains wait for no man!") In the practice room, leatherman Lance Burstin pumps a few pounds of iron and watches Capelli's static routine. Later in the shower, both men work up a better head of steam as they suck each other off, drink beer and fuck. Good stuff, although the cum shots aren't impressive.
Out on the beach, sexy African-American Malice cruises the humpy John Leon, as the latter halfheartedly watches his girlfriend prance around on the sand in a skimpy bikini. The two men fantasize an erotic encounter. Leon's wiggles his ass like a pro and sucks down Malice's meat with enviable enthusiasm. Malice has a fantastic body and seems to enjoy rubbing Leon down and getting sucked off, although both come across well in the 69 position atop a massage table. Jumpy editing defuses some of the energy from their fucking, but overall it's not bad.
Vinny Lucchese and Joey La Beau cruise each other aboard the Staten Island Ferry and head back to cult headquarters for a romp in the sheets. Both men are handsome, if somewhat wan in front of the camera. They perk up considerably as they fuck, however. Gorgeous box cover model Carlos Morales performs an extended striptease and J/O. He's beautiful, with a tantalizingly sculpted set of abs and pecs and a delectably pillowy ass. Oh, he also sports a thick, meaty python. And such a cute smile! Too bad he doesn't get any action, but his J/O is enough. For now.
The final threesome feels rushed, and features Leon and Capelli once more, with the addition of "house boy" Sox. I'd rather have just enjoyed Leon's sexual connection with Capelli, because Sox doesn't contribute much to the scene. Before anything really good happens, the scene ends in a supremely weird fashion that is nonetheless in keeping with the video's overall style. There are other odd touches, like a leather-suited cat burglar that cleans out the apartment just as Lucchese and La Beau start their scene, and a weird-ass monologue from cult leader Stinkmetal at the beginning of the video ("This is no time to get caught up in goal-oriented thinking!"). On the other hand, this is a fuck film that doesn't presume to be logical. You have to accept it for what it is, and hang on for dear life. In a marketplace crammed with look-alike product, that's like a breath of fresh air.
- J.C. Adams