The allure of the blue-collar worker or the leather-clad biker knows no geographical boundaries. Living proof of this truism is director Herve Handsome's latest, a testosterone-fueled look at a motorcycle shop in Eastern Europe. As is his custom, the director here zeroes in on a hypermacho milieu and the hyper-masculine men who define it, then turns them loose on each other. The five-episode, two-hour, wall-to-wall sex film is called Moto Studs, and we'd be willing to bet that its cast of 15 uncut grease monkeys and sweaty cyclists in overdrive will rev the motors of gay men the world over.
The film opens in the mechanics' garage with bare-chested Zoltan Sapka polishing his bike. Seconds later, sultry brunet Tim Merev (one of Handsome's most delectable discoveries) and superbutch Zack Berenc (who doesn't suck cock) enter. They briefly examine the machine and waste no time in charging into a hands-on exploration of each other. Seemingly fascinated by all male-to-male acts, Merev once again proves what an extravagant sexualist he is. In a trice, he is kneeling to service both his buddies. (He is one of the few Eastern Europeans who seems to enjoy deep-throating.) Soon, Sapka has plowed into his eager ass, and in time so has Berenc. In addition to being a hungry oralist, Merev is a very aggressive bottom, slamming repeatedly against his topmen and grinding onto whichever shaft is skewering him. He is particularly impressive in the squat-fuck segment, as he rides Berenc's cudgel of a cock. All three deliver creamy loads, and the scene fades out almost before they can catch their breath.
The second and least interesting segment features Ron Strand, a sandy blond with a Fu Manchu goatee and moustache, and Fred Modod, a weathered brunet. In another corner of the garage, Strand soon strips out of his yellow overalls and Modod out of his green and white leathers. (Yes, I said green and white - in Europe, bikers are not limited to strictly black outfits; on the contrary, leather gear, at least in this film, comes in a rainbow of colors.) The two men kiss, grope, and give each other head with a certain been-there-done-that attitude. Strand sports one of the few cockrings to have reached Eastern Europe, and Modod tops him with lots of energy but little enthusiasm.
One of the high points of the film is the third vignette, which is set in the lounge. There, blond Zoltan Padlas (aka Jozsef Kovacs in the Falcon International films) and brunet Thierry Golyo are playing cards. They are soon joined by beefy bodybuilder Sean Madar (who is a sight to behold!), and while Padlas naps, Madar and Golyo go at each other. (Like most Eastern European trade types, Madar kisses, fondles dicks and fucks but does not give head.) When Padlas wakes up, he quickly squeezes out of his black-and-red leathers and joins in. All three are mightily hung; both Padlas and Golyo are king-of-the-road cocksuckers; and despite his limited repertoire, Madar participates thoroughly if not totally. He is the first to fuck the diminutive Golyo, and he proves to be a gentle giant, plowing his partner in two positions. But the high point of the scene occurs when Padlas takes over the topman duties and drills Golyo in both scissors and missionary position. The lean, blond, crewcut Padlas in an instinctual fucker who knows just where to bury his piston and how to accelerate for maximum power. He also delivers the most potent money shot of the three. This is a full-throttle scene.
In the following episode, hairy brunet Zorg Tobol is hard at work on his bike when dirty blond Richard Fahaz (whose versatile performances were highlights of Handsome's Under Arrest and Sportsmen) enters to lend him a hand. (Here, the bike is chartreuse, Fahaz's leathers are red, white and green, and Tobol's blue, white and black.) Tobol is clearly a novice at man-to-man sex, and Fahaz drives the scene with the skill of a veteran professional. But he is in some respects sadly wasted here, for he does not suck cock or bottom, and what a pity that is! Still, he executes his topman duties with his customary energy, and in four lengthy, back-to-back shots during the squat-fuck, he flaunts his tail-pipe and demonstrates his phenomenal staying power as a fucker par excellence.
The final (and longest) scene is a celebration for a race the club has won. The five participants are skinhead Hector Sajatos, superstar Mihaly Hurok (aka George Vidanov of Falcon fame), dirty blond Akos Gasdag, simmering brunet Peter Tapasz and Italianate George Jambor. Sharing a loving cup soon segues into groping, stripping, kissing and sucking. Primary head-givers are Hurok and Gasdag, and both are superb - and, no surprise, both end up bottoming during the anal action. As usual, the two are aggressive, powerhouse receptacles. Of the topmen, by far the most interesting is the baby-faced Tapasz, who at first seems a bit tentative about the proceedings But when he cuts loose, he displays an intensity that is riveting. He has a big, thick piece, and he knows how to steer it to maximum efficiency. The hottest moments of the sequence occur as he drills into Gasdag missionary style, driving him to the messiest money shot of all.
In previous efforts, director Handsome has explored the worlds of jailhouse men without women (Prison), competitive boxers (Knockout), firemen living in close quarters (Fire Pump), athletes bonded by camaraderie (Swim Meat and Sportsmen), aggressive police officers (Under Arrest and Border Patrol), military men in training (Maneuvers and Squadron), isolated country youths (Farm Boys) and assembly line factory workers (Euro Tools and Machine Men). In each case, the setting provides the essence of the film. The ambience selected always suggests that its inhabitants, at least according to stereotypical thinking, are bound to be strictly skirt-chasing breeders - and then the director promptly disproves traditional thinking by demonstrating that the male sex drive, in such circumstances, invariably transcends prior sexual preference. Moto Studs is no exception. It is enticingly cast, vibrantly photographed and energetically performed, Handsom's best film since Sportsmen.
- Jerry Douglas