Usually, director Hervé Handsome has an overall theme to his work -- so far, he's given us gay porn starring gorgeous Euro-studs down on the farm, in grease-grimed mechanic mode, and even in the Bastille, for goodness sakes. But he strips away all the trappings (and the clothes, of course) in this one, and -- surprise -- it's as good as anything he's ever done. Part of the reason "Male Watch" works so well (other that the gorgeous, well-hung cast, which is a given) is its simplicity. In each of five segments, one guy plays videographer, taping the action (and, usually, joins in) while the others suck and fuck to their heart's content.
Videographer James Bajital gets the ball rolling as buddies Matthew Sakk and Connor Zaftos cavort on a sofa. Cute Zaftos and blue-eyed dreamboat Sakk get started with a little oral action, then Bajital gets in on the act (it's probably director of photography Herve Bodilis holding the camera from then on, because Bajital is too busy to do it, that's for sure). Then, in the best video shot in the entire scene, Bajital pistons into Zaftos's hairy buttcrack from below while Sakk sucks Zaftos's bobbing hardon. Bajital then rides Zaftos's hard meat while licking Sakk's dick. Huge loads of cum from all three performers end the scene.
Next up are gorgeous hunkster Dalton Labda and handsome, hung brunet Fred Fele. Fele is capturing on video every stroke that Labda gives his burgeoning hardon through the crotch of his jeans. When the big stud hauls his dick out of his open fly, Fele gives up the camera and dives in, first giving Labda a little foot worship. Then Labda uses the soles of his feet to stroke Fele's hard dick. Foot fetishism has never looked so appealing. Fele reclines on the chair Labda has been occupying, splaying his legs wide for Labda's easy entry into his tight little ass. Then Fele rides Labda, uses his thighs to bounce up and down on the stud's stiff cock. In the end, Fele uses his mouth to bring Labda to a splattering cum-shot that lands on Fele's shoulder, as Fele buries his nose in Labda's crotch, snarfing up ball sweat smells.
Group action makes the next scene red-hot, with hunky Logan Sajnal, Luke Jarkal, Isidore Nadas and Isaac Nadir performing while boyish stud Bryan Abban runs the camera. The first four pair off for almost mirror-image kissing scenes, then blowjobs, with Abban's dick hardening as he shoots the action. Of course, he joins in -- and trades off between the pairs. Jarkal keeps his dick upright so that Abban can ride it, then Nadir fucks Nadas from behind. Every stud in this scene is so fucking hot that it's just beautiful to watch, and at the end, the rapid-fire, very wet and messy cum-shots are intensely erotic.
Wet and wild -- that's the next scene, which takes place in a shower. Cute studpup Samuel Galamb is rinsing off his hairless gymnast's physique while tattooed stud Fred Modod films it. Then Modod climbs into the shower with Galamb, getting his white undies soaking wet and see-through. Galamb sucks Modod's thick uncut meat to full erection, and Modod reciprocates, sinking to his knees to taste Galamb's juicy-looking cock. Then the two leave the shower and Galamb gives up his smooth, creamy, round butt to Modod's monster dick. Galamb spears his own ass with Modod's dick and rides it, his own erection flopping in front of him. Both studs release their loads in a side-by-side jerk-off at the end.
The final scene is another three-way, this time with Andrew Kabat playing photographer to the very nice pair-up of Michael Sarlo and Joseph Bajusz. First there are individual shots of Sarlo and Bajusz warming up, rubbing their cocks through their pants, then Kabat puts down the camera, strips to the waist and joins in. All three dudes are sitting and jerking, watching each other, and then Sarlo gets down on Kabat's meat. Bajusz gets totally naked, and Sarlo squats over Kabat's erection and impales himself with it. Then the two get into a side-by-side fuck while Bajusz jerks off, still playing the voyeur. There's an ultra-close shot of Kabat fucking Sarlo from behind, and then Bajusz blows his load all over his belly. Sarlo shoots next, and then Kabat blows a massive load all over Sarlo's defined pecs.
DVD features: Chapter index; a behind-the-scenes look at a photo shoot (which shows what incredible self-control these studs have, posing for still shots with dicks halfway inserted into their asses or mouths without moving, which includes even more sex as the guys pose for the camera); a photo gallery; auto-start, auto-repeat; stereo sound; and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A VHS + DVD Review by Martin Cox
"Money!" is the most frequent answer when a porn star is asked why he's in the business - but we've always suspected that there are other reasons just as powerful and just as pervasive. Uppermost among these is an exhibitionistic itch that needs to be scratched, and what better way to do that than to show off, bare-ass naked, in front of a camera? Director Herve Handsome has zeroed in on this familiar impulse in his latest production, Male Watch, and has assembled 15 typically hunky Eastern Europeans, each of whom seems to love the camera as much as it loves him. The premise of this five-episode loop film is as simple as it gets: In each scene, a guy with a videocam begins to film one or more of his buddies struttin' their stuff and is soon so turned on that he puts the camera aside and dives in.
The first vignette opens on two well-toned pups (Matthew Sakks - the one with the facial hair - and Connor Zaftos - the one with the crewcut) very much aware that their make-out session is being taped. The cameraman is James Bajital, that cute little brunet who worked for Falcon International as Martin Sandor and who is older now and sports a tattoo across his back but is as delectable as ever. Zaftos is much more aggressive than the jewel-eyed Sakk, who seems more interested in his own equipment than in his partner's. When Bajital joins them, however, Sakk perks up considerably and manages to keep up with the other two, both of whom seem to be insatiable. And when it comes time for the anal action, both Zaftos and Bajital demonstrate their versatility with equal finesse. They fuck each other in a variety of positions, and Sakk tops them both, watching intently at all times, a born voyeur. The money shots are profuse, and the action is heated throughout, but the best element of this opener is the return of Sandor/Bajital.
The second scene, beside an indoor swimming pool, features two of the hottest Hungarians around today, the sleekly handsome brunet Fred Fele, an unbridled butch bottom, and Dalton Labda, that solidly good-looking stud known far better as Jonathan Collins. Clearly, Labda is a top-of-the-line narcissist who adores himself even more than he adores the camera. With Fele photographing him and with his own rock-hard cock in hand, he quickly sails into orbit - so busy pleasuring himself that he never gets around to sucking Fele. (He does manage to jack Fele off with his feet and let Fele gobble his toes, but mostly he looks right into the lens, as if to say, "This is how it's done, boys!") And when he fucks, his concentration remains more on his own dick and pecs than on his partner. Fele doesn't seem to notice - from the moment he sets down the videocam to suck cock, he too seems oblivious to everything but the sensations racing through his own gym-built bod. Unlike most of the Eastern Europeans, he has learned to turn pain into pleasure, happily pounding himself nonstop from penetration to ejaculation, moaning contentedly and now and then even emitting a shit-eating smile during his multipositioned pounding. In short, both treat sex as performance art.
The centerpiece of the film - the longest and most inventive - is next up. It features two couples and a cameraman (dark-haired, elfin Bryan Abban). The tradey, brunet Luke Jarkal (also known as Daniel Halasz) is initially paired with a perfect Everyman named Isaac Nadir, who (it seems obvious) is making his debut. His swimmer's body and friendly face are equally captivating. A bit nervous but eager to please, he starts slowly but gradually settles in as if born to suck and fuck. With a little seasoning, he could be a superstar. The other couple, the swarthy, goateed Logan Sajnal and the spikey-haired, goateed Isidore Nadas, also contribute greatly to the heat of the scene. In particular, the noisy Nadas is a spitfire who brings out the best in each of his partners and is another performer who actually seems to enjoy bottoming. The scene is filled with various permutations, but Nadir is the center of the action, moving from partner to partner with ever-increasing assurance until at last he is coupled with Nadas. If Nadas is a whirlwind, Nadir is the Pecos Bill who rides him to glory by the end of the scene - and their seemingly endless money shots cap the proceedings.
Set in a navy blue and gold shower room, the fourth scene finds brunet Fred Modod filming blond Samuel Galamb. The former is as worn and homely as the latter is fresh and cute, but it doesn't matter, for the viewer can hardly take his eyes off Galamb. Another impressive newcomer, he is a gym bunny with the body of a Goliath and the face of a David. Wearing nothing but a delighted grin, he willingly poses for Modod under a well-lensed spray of water. He is an instinctual cocksucker, a great kisser, a demanding bottom and a performer who can't seem to let go of his own raging hard-on for even a moment. Both are skilled oralists, and the ass-eating shots are particularly arousing. But the high point of the scene is the lap fuck in which Galamb, dick in hand, happily bounces to orgasm, like a kid on a pogo stick.
The final scene is set in a flamingo-red room filled with silver mannequins. It features lean, wiry Michael Sarlo, a classic exhibitionist who meets his match in solid, dark-haired Andrew Kabat, a wide-eyed voyeur who seems fascinated by Sarlo's plum-headed cock. (There are some cutaways to a solo by swarthy Joseph Bajusz in another room, but they contribute little to the scene.) Sarlo first performs for Kabat (and his camera), then goes down on him, instigates a bit of reciprocity and eventually skewers himself on Kabat's upright rod. His money shot is modest, but Kabat pours a load all over himself. It is a good scene, just not as potent as those that have gone before.
Perhaps, Male Watch would have been more interesting if the director had been more inventive in finding some variations on his show-and-tell premise - but what he has shrewdly managed to do is select the right if-you-got-it-flaunt-it guys and then urge them to yield to their exhibitionistic, voyeuristic and narcissistic inclinations. Coupled with fluid camerawork, a striking cast and consistently athletic sexplay, this ingenious take on what makes porn stars tick turns Male Watch into a torrid two-hour show.
- Jerry Douglas
