How nice it is to write a review of a porn flick and never have to "go to the DVD" to review the action. That's the kind of impression left by "Perfect Stranger," a perfectly amiable, nicely moving, progressively hot and totally unpretentious sex flick from the often right-on-target Studio 2000 and John Travis.
Here is the situation: Newcomer Rick Hammersmith obviously has a problem having hot, spontaneous, almost anonymous sex with strangers. He lives with his roommate, Matt Douglas, and the movie opens with them working out on their patio. The phone rings, Rick answers. We get a good view of his body here, and it's something else. He's a tall, blond, farmboy look (sort of in the David Letterman mold, but please, don't hold that against him. He is one sexy, masculine, dude, with a broad, Nordic face, serious body, heavy tan and beer-bottle dick).
On the phone is sweet-faced Steve Harper, who is telling Rick about a recent encounter on a trip to "the middle of nowhere," which turns out to be a rural area. While strolling (with his binoculars, of course), Steve stumbles upon a vision on a patio: Hunky Mark Slade, who ambles over to an outdoor mirror wrapped in a towel, and proceeds to admire himself. Mark, who crossed over from straight videos last year, has dropped some of the heavy bulk from his body, and looks a lot better these days. He still has natural, almost fuzzy body hair, and when he strips and strokes himself under the shower, you can feel your fingers running through the soap suds as they crawl through the hair on his chest and down to his crotch.
Harper, meanwhile, has made it to the house, and shows up on the patio. He gives Mark a look, it is returned, and Steve is quickly on his knees. This is a strictly one-way scene, with Steve chomping down on Mark's very thick, beautifully erect cock most of the time. What's really interesting here is that Mark Slade has a really hot patch of pubic hair, and unlike most models today, a great deal of fuzz on his balls. Harper doesn't miss any of this as he longingly makes love to the shaft, crotch and balls with his tongue, before the scene abruptly shifts to a doggy-style fuck with Slade, of course, on top.
This scene, which is hotter than it might appear at first, has absolutely no dialogue, which is one of the points of the flick: None of the sex scenes have any talk -- just pure sex and pure animal noises from the models. This scene hasn't got the animal noises, just Steve smiling somewhat benignly, even as Mark tops him missionary-style. It is Mark Slade, however, who shows a lot more feeling, getting off fucking his blond visitor. After both cum (Steve with more gusto and goo), the scene ends with Steve in Mark's bed being cradled in his arms. The two never kiss, never make love. Mmmm. Is this going to be one of those cold deals, you ask yourself. Nope.
Switch back to Rick and Matt, who are talking about the phone call from Steve and how Rick cannot seem to find himself in such situations (please, give me a break -- I will sell tickets to all of you lining up for a shot at him!) Matt tells him things don't usually work out that way, and Rick reminds Matt about a scene the latter had just two weeks before while taking a cigarette break on his job (which is obviously some kind of blue collar work, given the way Matt is dressed as the scene begins).
Matt Douglas is a somewhat narrow-faced, toned, taunt six-footer with piercing eyes and a slightly whispery voice, but when he walks out onto the roof of a building in San Francisco with a cigarette in his mouth, he is all man. Dressed in loose jeans that show a promising bulge and a green tank-top, Matt notices a sunbather on his back with a blue towel across his crotch. It turns out to be Nick Savage, one of the most beautiful, and naturally well-built, models to come on the scene recently. Matt is immediately taken in, and cautiously approaches Nick, who is slumbering in the hot sun and Matt moves closer, gently pulling back the towel to reveal a semi-erect woody that is clean, uncut and beautifully shaped. Everything about Nick Savage is beautiful, and Matt can't stop himself from gently taking the cock and going to town, bringing both his prey, and his prey's meat, awake.
Once he's in full bloom, Nick sends a shock of recognition through you -- when he turns on his side and grabs Matt's ample dick in his mouth, the camera catches him from several angles, one in which (I am not imagining here), he looks just like Tom Cruise from the side. But ... the Tom Cruise you saw in "Risky Business." That quickly changes, however, with a full-face view, which you get from several sides revealing a very attractive young man with very distinctive looks of his own, approaching a very hard cock with quivering anticipation in his lips. Nick slowly goes to work on Matt's cock, first blowing gently, taking it with loving care, then plunging his mouth as close to the base as he can (it's an ample piece of meat). Nick gives wonderful head, and even though it's not more than a couple of minutes, it's a memorable moment which leads into a triple segue of doggy, missionary and scissor position fucks which Matt administers to the younger man. Nick Savage is the first to come, with a gob of hot white goo over wet, throbbing natural abs, and Matt finishes him off with a splash across his crotch. The two finally kiss at fade-out, and it's time for the viewer to get a towel and maybe take a little rest, because we're approaching a most intense and hot scene.
The third vignette is set up by Rick and Matt discussing a friend whose washing machine broke down, thus forcing him to go to a Laundromat for the "first time in 26 years." Nice way to give away Tuck Johnson's age, for the scene opens up with this rough hewn, black-haired man sitting on a washing machine reading a magazine as Marco Antonio comes in with his laundry bag. Marco, a stunner from Argentina who has matured beautifully in the past several years into a steady, sure, versatile performer, tosses all his clothes in the washer, including those he is wearing, as he cruises a surprised Tuck, and begins to turn him on.
Naked, Marco moves over to Tuck, still sitting open legged on the washing machine, and begins to seduce him, first with a series of hot kisses which immediately signal to the viewer that this could be something special. Then, Tuck slips off the machine into Marco's waiting arms, and you know it is going to be special, for you can actually see Tuck's cock growing hard beneath his loose fitting jeans, which Marco carefully unlocks with his mouth and proceeds to go to work. What follows is one of the most passionate, natural, totally involved pure seduction and sex scenes of the year: Marco sends his tongue flying all over Tuck's body, and grabs the man's cock in his mouth for an exceptional series of pumps, getting Tuck so hot that it's obvious to Marco that he is bringing the guy close to cumming.
So, Marco stops, and lifts Tuck onto the machine, tosses his legs in the air, and dives into his waiting hole and crotch, slobbering and then gently licking and chewing what seems to be a virgin hold. We've seen Tuck Johnson in another flick and thought he was just a top -- not any more. Marco Antonio plows him firmly, but with precise strokes, missionary style while Tuck lies back on the washing machine. This is an exceptionally photographed vignette, which is accompanied, as is the entire scene, by Tuck's wonderfully expressive puppy whimpers, and Marco's equally expressive little cries and whispers.
Once again, no words are spoken, and just when you think the scene might end with Marco cumming on Tuck -- wait! Something truly different occurs -- Marco pulls out of Tuck, and they climb on the folding table to proceed into a vigorous, gently noisy and what appears to be very satisfying 69. Tuck shows real skill here as a cocksucker, trying (without much success) to take Marco's wad all the way down. But he gives it a really energetic try, and you can see that these boys have left the director behind. After several very hot minutes of mutual oral gratification, Tuck crawls off, lifts Marco's legs in the air, and proceeds to make love to his pucker hole. We have seen many, many rim jobs on screen, but this one is simply exciting -- Tuck makes Marco's hole respond with a series of licks, kisses, bites and sucking action which is cleverly caught by the cameraman.
Eventually, Tuck stuffs Marco with his own exceptionally nice wood. (It is interesting here that in this scene and the following one, the cock which does the fucking is wrapped in a condom while the bottom is still sucking it -- there is no edit from cocksucking to fucking, which is a clever new twist we hadn't seen before).
Both boys continue to moan and whimper until the floodgates are open, with Marco, as usual, dumping a copious load on his abs and crotch, and Tuck quickly following. You get the impression with the closing kiss that these two actors probably showered and later went to one of their apartments to continue this, that's how natural and good it was. This scene puts a terrible strain on the next two actors, but they come through just fine. Rick is still moaning to Matt that he will never find that "perfect stranger," and takes off for a friend's memorial services, dressed in a very nice suit. In full daylight, we see him placing a bouquet on a tombstone, when out of a car comes Jack Reilly, dressed in black jeans and a tank top, heading for the same tombstone with a bouquet. The two look at each other, and -- even though you might first think this could be very distasteful-wind up in a furious lip-lock and embrace. But, daylight has suddenly become nighttime in the middle of the graveyard, and both men are going so full bore that you quickly focus your attention on their ravishing moves.
Jack Reilly is king here -- he is (I hate to say this, men, but the guy does have sex appeal) a John Rocker clone (Atlanta Braves), the kind of man who could also be natural split-end or point-guard -- close cropped, solidly made, with a cock that just won't quit. But first Jack's mouth goes into action -- he is all over Rick Hammersmith's mouth, face, neck, chest, abs, all the while undressing him, first jacket then tie, then shirt, then pants and finally briefs -- which surprisingly reveals a cut cock at full parade rest. This highly unusual limp revelation may throw you off at first, but not Reilly: He blows gently, licks, and then takes Rick's cock in his mouth, and with clever editing comes up with quite a mouthful. The cameraman does wonderful work here showing Rick's very sizeable member thrusting in and out of this "perfect stranger's" hungry throat, and Reilly will not disappoint those who like to see a masculine top deep throat enthusiastically.
After a good long while, Rick goes to work on his new friend. Hammersmith comes into his own here, showing a great deal of enthusiasm for sucking cock, keeping Jack on the ground while he initiates and then thoroughly completes a sustained, five-minute-long cocksucking tour-de-force. I am absolutely convinced that Jack wore a condom throughout this scene, which makes it all the sexier in my opinion, just because it's so different -- as well as safer; the segue to Jack standing, bending Rick over, and then sticking his cock in all that more real.
Jack gives Rick a furious fuck from behind, then flips him over and they go at it again missionary-style. Throughout the scene, by the way, the man-sex grunts are real and obvious, though only once do you hear any intelligible words. When they cum, it's Rick Hammersmith who shows great gobs of thick, white goo, while Jack shows quick spurts of clear liquid. They are as different in cum as they are in appearance, but there's one thing these perfect strangers have in common -- they love hot man-sex. And in this movie, so will you.
"Perfect Strangers" misses for the lack of true heat (simply a trade job) in the first scene, and for just a bit of missed opportunity here and there. But it scores at the very highest level for the exceptional Marco Antonio-Tuck Johnson roundelay, and for introducing us to some real hot stars -- Rick Hammersmith, Jack Reilly and Nick Savage -- real men who like real sex and aren't afraid to show that to the world.
A DVD Review by Bo Champion