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Distributor | Released | Length |
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MSR Videos | 2001 | 110 |
Titan Media | 2007 |
Description source: promotional material
This is one of the four or five best orgy films ever made. Manhattan Sex Party was shot on location at a New York City sex club and features twenty unbelievably energetic sex machines going at it nonstop for two hours of versatile, unbridled, inventive sex.
MSR Videos had a sizable hit with "Don't Ask, Don't Tell," which combined a big cast and a real story. For my money, though, the company is better when it's sticking to pure animal sex such as "Deeper Throat" and "Size Is Everything." "Manhattan Sex Party" is absolutely torrid, one of the most explosive all-sex videos in years. "Manhattan Sex Party" was filmed at New York's sex club El Mirage, and as the flick opens the cast is headed there. Gabriel Cortes is shown taking a shower getting ready for a night out, while the others are taking various routes to the club. The video is modeled after the Joe Gage classic "Closed Set," where men are in all corners doing a bit of everything. This flick features a dazzling array of new men and veterans -- all of them sex-crazed, sucking and fucking and blowing multiple loads. The men are versatile and long-lasting, and the cocks are thick and ready for action. It's hard to describe all the goings-on, because "Sex Party" is so quick-paced and loaded. Let's just say the men arrive and find the place already occupied by a slew of piggies such as Jack Simmons.
Within seconds athletic Leo Bramm is servicing the thick tools of Cortes and Frenchman Erick Martins, while Max Grand is slurping a muscular hooded newcomer named Guy. Joining them is Trey Rexx, a tall manly blond who looks trade -- but looks can be deceiving. Michel Mattel, he of the killer buns, goes down on Guy; inches away Leo takes on Trey. Their sloppy suckfest sets the tone for the rest of what is to come. (The club also has many a glory hole, which the flick puts them to good use.) Carlos Morales, a muscular sandy uberbottom himself, takes Erick and Gabriel to a sling and positions himself for a long tight ride.
It's not long before Martins slips on a condom and barrels into Carlos. He moves aside and then lets Cortes get some prime ass. Carlos is an enthusiastic fuck, with an appetite for cock at both ends. Midway through the fuck, though, Martins walks up behind Cortes and rams him, setting the stage for a decadent chain-screwing. Michel Mattel is at the club with his insatiable power buns and he is particularly lovely to watch as he hunches over and lets Guy pound into him.
"Manhattan Sex party" combs through the club, showcasing the various entanglements. Trey and Max stuff their dicks in all sorts of holes. When Erick is done pounding Cortes, he grabs some more cock, while behind him; big ole Trey Rexx is audibly getting hammered. It's a nifty, unexpected sight. Trey even winds up shortly in the middle of his own chain-fuck, his beefy legs thrusting away while his own ass is opened up by Guy.
Rick Allen, he of the mammoth 10-incher, pulls a young Will Clark look-alike aside and places him on his meat. The young man slides up and down yet still manages to fellate Jack Simmons. Grand, looking hellatiously fine, plows some more butt and even lets goateed and tattooed Chad Hunt hump him.
Winding into the second half, Cortes hops in the sling and lets his own ass be used by the likes of Hunt and more. Still horny, Carlos goes into a glory hole corner and absolutely impales himself on a penis. He bends over, grinds his ass backward, and the cock inside him stays rigid. And so forth ...
"Manhattan Sex Party: Director's Cut" lasts more than two hours, and it's exhaustingly fun to watch. Of the central figures in the cast, only Hunt, Allen and Guy don't bottom. The video is most surprising. While he is filming, cameraman Mike Miller gets an unexpected treat. Martins sneaks up, pulls his trousers down and milks his cute cock. The camera stays focused on the deep-throating the entire time until Miller literally erupts in Martins' mouth, before the Frenchman lets the spunk drizzle out of his mouth. Best of all, MSR Videos also has a special "Director's Cut." If you are able to find it, grab it. It's juicier. Be warned, though, it is controversial, especially when Cortes is around.
(The "Director's Cut" has some brief fisting, a big dildo and some insatiable cum-eating by Cortes. In this version, Cortes eats the cum of at least six men. Near the end, while the club's hot men are still groping each other, Cortes fills his throat full of Martins. Erick announces he is ready to blow and Gabriel rams the cock further in his mouth and sucks it dry. Politically correct, no, but this scene will make your toes wiggle.)
"Manhattan Sex Party: Director's Cut" is a rousing production, one to watch over and over. And the director's cut makes a scalding flick infinitely even steamier.
A Video Review by Max Southern
In the boiling new ball buster from MSR Video, Manhattan Sex Party, director Tony Alizzi has virtually reinvented sexual excess. From start to finish, he has inspired 20 tireless sex pigs to charge in and out of one another's orifices with a sexual extravagance and inventiveness that is constantly electrifying. The production stands right up there with Joe Gage's Closed Set and Chi Chi LaRue's Link series as a masterwork of unbridled group action - one of the four or five most arousing orgy films ever made.
Shot on location in one of New York City's most popular pig troughs, El Mirage, Manhattan Sex Party introduces its cast of men - no twinkies here - as each heads for the long, hot night of The Ole Down and Dirty. First seen is the top-billed Gabriel Cortes,warming up in a hot shower as he plays with his hefty piece, which is pierced by an oversized Prince Albert. And as the title credits continue, the others wend their way toward the sleazy Utopia via subway, taxi and on foot - against handsome travelogue footage of The Big Apple at night. But once the action begins - and its begins the moment the credits are completed - the viewer is thrown onto a treadmill of nonstop action and not given a chance to catch his breath until the final fadeout nearly two-hours later.
Director Alizzi has managed any number of triumphs in this film. First off, his casting is consistently on the mark. There are few Adonises here, but every member of the troupe sizzles with sexual energy and a quirky individuality that ultimately becomes more enticing than a glamorously plastic face or an overblown gym built bod. Piercings and tattoos abound. And almost without exception, all present are so well endowed that the viewer cannot help but wonder if they were measured at the door before being allowed on the premises.
Although the production is (as they say of certain theatrical efforts) an ensemble piece, certain members of the cast stand out. First off, there is Cortes, a buff animal whose tireless efforts to have a go at everyone in the place is a study in sexual obsession. He is also an unabashed cum-guzzler, and though the practice is still considered questionable in some circles, watching him ingest every drop of jism he can is frighteningly exciting. Then there is the mononamed Guy, who wears a leather vest and mask (that does not hide his piercing eyes, thick lips and piledriver tongue) and whose ramrod cock is always pointing heavenward. And among the film's greatest assets is Carlos Morales, perhaps the most conventionally handsome of the lot, who looks as if he would be more at home in a toothpaste commercial than flat on his back in a sling taking on all comers.
There are no do-me dudes present - virtually everyone sucks and gets sucked, rims and gets rimmed, and fucks and get fucked (there on some exceptions on this count, but not many). And kissing is as prevalent as spanking and spitting. In short, the gamut of sexual acts is run over and over again throughout the long, sweaty evening.
One of the most versatile of these hedonists is a tall, curly haired blond named Trey Rexx, who fucks with a vengeance, then later flips over to take it up the ass with as much verve as he has displayed in topping. Veteran Max Grand is equally impressive, whether swallowing a dick down to its pubes or face-fucking any number of others with the skill of an archer who hits the bull's-eye every time. (He also demands to get fucked at one point and at another casually fists Cortes while being serviced orally by Allen.) Skinhead Erick Martins also proves himself to be pansexual over and over again, topping and bottoming indiscriminately.
Once director Alizzi has put these sex machines in motion, he has encouraged them to be creative, and the configurations are constantly titillating. What's more, his camerawork (by Jett Blakk, Michael Clift, and Mike Miller) is as intimate as it gets. You are there at a ringside seat every time. And more often than not, he manages to void the most annoying problem to be found in group sex films: there is rarely any doubt about who is doing what to whom at any given moment.
Among the highlights: Grand's incredible slow-motion deep-throating at various points and with various partners throughout the film; a double-fuck of Martin into Cortes into Morales, captured vividly in a stunning undershot of the double-time anal action; redheaded Sean Sullivan (a Will Clark look-alike) being plowed to tomorrow as he lies atop gaunt Rick Allen and sucks Jack Simmons while others undress him; the genuine electricity between Guy and Michel Mattel, who never stray far from each other during the entire evening; Chad Hunt's slab of a cock, which finds its way into every hole in sight; and perhaps the most unbelievable sight of all, the excruciating penetration of Cortes' ass by Sal Bruno's impossibly gargantuan piece of purple meat.
Two hours is a long time to sustain this sort of heat, but director Alizzi shrewdly paces the film by saving some of his biggest moments for the second half of the night. The first of these is a solo turn by Morales as he kneels in front of a mylar-faced wall pierced with glory holes. He gobbles down the protruding cocks like a starving man, devouring one while jerking off the other, back and forth, and only occasionally varying his action to work on himself. And everything is seen double as the reflection mirrors the actual.
The second of these moments involves one of the cameramen (Mike Miller, whose face is never quite seen) as he is serviced by Martins while lensing the action. The sequence is capped by some effective split-screen images that capture the videographer's messy money shot. Finally, the film comes to its conclusion by pitting the two standouts of the film, Cortes and Guy, against each other as they hurtle to a multi-orgasmic frenzy.
With Manhattan Sex Party, MSR moves into the front ranks of adult film producers, and director Alizzi becomes King of the Pigs. This is one party you won't want to miss.
- Jerry Douglas
"Manhattan Sex Party" (2001) is absolutely torrid, one of the most explosive all-sex videos in years, and was filmed at New York's sex club El Mirage, and as the flick opens the cast is headed there. Gabriel Cortes is shown taking a shower getting ready for a night out, while the others are taking various routes to the club. Modeled after the Joe Gage classic "Closed Set," where men are in all corners doing a bit of everything. This flick features a dazzling array of men: all sex-crazed, sucking and fucking and blowing multiple loads. They are versatile and long-lasting, and the cocks are thick and ready for action. It's hard to describe all the goings-on, because "Sex Party" is so quick-paced and loaded. Let's just say the men arrive and find the place already occupied by a slew of piggies such as Jack Simmons.
Within seconds athletic Leo Bramm is servicing the thick tools of Cortes and Frenchman Erick Martins, while Max Grand is slurping a muscular hooded looker named Guy. Joining them is Trey Rexx, a tall manly blond who looks trade -- but looks can be deceiving. Michel Mattel, he of the killer buns, goes down on Guy; inches away Leo takes on Trey. Their sloppy suckfest sets the tone for the rest of what is to come. (The club also has many a glory hole, which the flick puts them to good use.) Carlos Morales, a muscular sandy über-bottom himself, takes Erick and Gabriel to a sling and positions himself for a long tight ride.
It's not long before Martins slips on a condom and barrels into Carlos. He moves aside and then lets Cortes get some prime ass. Carlos is an enthusiastic fuck, with an appetite for cock at both ends. Midway through the fuck, though, Martins walks up behind Cortes and rams him, setting the stage for a decadent chain-screwing. Michel Mattel is at the club with his insatiable power buns and he is particularly lovely to watch as he hunches over and lets Guy pound into him.
The camera combs through the club, showcasing the various entanglements. Trey and Max stuff their dicks in all sorts of holes. When Erick is done pounding Cortes, he grabs some more cock, while behind him; big ole Trey Rexx is audibly getting hammered. It's a nifty, unexpected sight. Trey even winds up shortly in the middle of his own chain-fuck, his beefy legs thrusting away while his own ass is opened up by Guy. Rick Allen, he of the mammoth 10-incher, pulls a young Will Clark look-alike aside and places him on his meat. The young man slides up and down yet still manages to fellate Jack Simmons. Grand, looking hellatiously fine, plows some more butt and even lets goateed and tattooed Chad Hunt hump him.
Winding into the second half, Cortes hops in the sling and lets his own ass be used by the likes of Hunt and more. Still horny, Carlos goes into a glory hole corner and absolutely impales himself on a penis. He bends over, grinds his ass backward, and the cock inside him stays rigid. And so forth.
"Manhattan Sex Party" is exhaustingly fun to watch. Of the central figures in the cast, only Hunt, Allen and Guy don't bottom. The video is most surprising. While he is filming, cameraman Mike Miller gets an unexpected treat. Martins sneaks up, pulls his trousers down and milks his cute cock. The camera stays focused on the deep-throating the entire time until Miller literally erupts. A DVD Review by Max Southern