The raunchy British skinheads in director Maxwell Barber's "Scum!"
aren't
likely to get embossed invitations to any Royal weddings, nor will they
be
keeping company with the Queen. And after seeing the wide array of
massive
sex toys employed by the models, you've got to wonder what they'd bring
as a
hostess gift. The garbage-clogged streets where these lads hook-up
perfectly
match their gritty personas. Most of the models have pale, slender
bodies,
several days worth of beard and hair cropped down to stubble. And from
the
moment we're introduced to them, their hunger and don't-fuck-with-me
attitude assaults.
When you have a coffee mug in front of you that says "I Love Sex," your
personal philosophy is crystal-clear. Martin Lee's English flat has
porn
everywhere you look -- running on the telly, cramming the bookshelves
and
spilling off the coffee table. And any guy that keeps his double-headed
dildo underneath the couch for serious pleasuring is a committed
wanker.
Martin certainly knows how to work his hole, thrust-busting his chute
with
ease, giving the rubber toy a lavish suck before shoving it back home.
"Scum!" is done without a music soundtrack, so every indelicate squish
and
smoosh of that dildo is delivered in pure Dolby. An ultra-ripped
mechanic,
Danny Cannon, is making such a racket outside that Martin stops fucking
himself long enough to see what the fuss is about. Well, Martin knows a
fellow poofter when he sees one and he manages to cruise Danny from
four
floors up. Moments after making eye contact, they find a grungy service
closet, and there's Martin down on his knees, completely at home
sucking
cock on the dirty cement floor. Martin gives this mechanic full
service. And
when Danny catches sight of Martin's well-lubed hungry hole, he slips
his
own greasy fingers inside. I'm guessing that the service closet is one
of
Martin's regular places to trick; Danny finds Martin's ridged dildo
hidden
behind some half-filled cans of motor oil. The dildo puts Martin over
the
edge and he all but begs to be fucked.
After a jog through one of London's well-manicured parks, pals Phill
and
cocoa-skinned Ryan Garcia head back to the locker-room. Already
cruising the
changing room is Christian Stone. And even before Phill has completely
stripped out of his jock, Ryan and Christian are sizing each other up
with
smoky glances. Without speaking a word, Ryan and Christian get to know
each
other by sharing a hot kiss. By the time Phill returns from hosing off,
Christian is sucking Ryan's ample Latin cock, a pretty piece crowned
with a
perfectly shaped bush and a tattoo gracing his hip joint. I love
watching
two men share cock, especially one that's as thick and veiny as
Phill's.
Christian and Ryan spend several agonizingly sweet moments slurping and
smacking on Phill from every angle, stopping to kiss one another every
so
often. Blond twinkie Christian has one of those unspoiled puckerholes
that's
ripe for rimming, which is exactly what our pair of joggers do,
indulging in
shocking close-up. Christian gets a lusty tag-teaming, which is exactly
what
this dirty lad was asking for. The tryst concludes with Christian
getting
wicked facials from his new mates, a great deal of the goo going
directly in
his mouth. With a slight grin, he spends several delicious moments
bobbing
between the two spent cocks, tasting each man's cum.
The third segment is entitled "Office Sluts" begins with a lengthy
street
cruise. Three strangers -- Darian Hawke, Danny Phoenix and Ben Rogers
--
somehow manage to communicate their horniness and find a place to fuck
within a few minutes. It's difficult not to be partial to handsome Ben
Rogers, his soft brown eyes and round face are scene-stealers. He is
aggressive with his new fuck buddies from the get-go, devouring them
with
open-mouthed kisses. Sporting a blond bush around his sturdy pale cock,
Darian can't seem to keep his tongue out of Ben's mouth. Switching it
up,
baby-faced Ben blows both Darian and lanky Danny. Darian delivers a
surprise
cum-shot, splashing seed directly on Ben's full pink lips and tongue. I
nearly shot my own load watching Ben enjoy the taste of Darian's spunk.
Both
Danny and Ben bottom in this segment, but when Darian blows a second
load
directly on Ben's exposed asshole, it's obvious which lad he fancies.
Skinheads Mo and Josh Ford share each other in a janitor's restroom in
the
aptly named segment, "Toilet Pigs." There's nothing quite like getting
it on
next to dirty mops, ammonia and floor varnish. The short segment is
entirely
in keeping with the film's theme.
Much to my delight, Ben Rogers returns for the final segment, "Factory
Fuckers," along with Josh Ford, still in his janitor gear, and bald
daddy
Jack Sterling. As adorable as Josh may appear, he easily dominates his
partners, going to desperate lengths to demonstrate his nastiness. Ben
invites Jack to explore the depths of Josh's shaved hole with both
fingers
and tongues, the duo taking turns slipping digits into what looks to be
a
very tight hole. Later when Jack is busy plowing janitor ass, no one
seems
to notice Martin Lee playing voyeur, bringing the flick full circle.
Before
you can whisper "four-way," Martin strips and joins in, replacing Jack
as he
steps aside, plunging into Josh's butt. Martin tops as well as he
bottoms,
taking long stabs with his cock, every pull-out revealing a wet,
lube-slick
hole. My boy Ben caps the scene by eating Jack's load, then accepting
facials from Martin and Josh, his pouty lips glistening with cum.
"Scum!" is a lot of filth! What director Maxwell Barber has captured is
a
welcome return to classic porn, sex between guys who are genuinely
engaged
with one another. It's gritty and sharp-edged fucking without the
obvious
pretty faces or choreographed positioning. Hats off to the Brits for
giving
us a smashing flick.
DVD features: Chapters; gallery; deleted scene; and no regional coding
(playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Rick Forrent