Well, they certainly are all pretty boys. And, for the most part, they can fuck like the devil. Put those two factors together and Duroy has another winner, a laid-back, let's get laid stroll through some quiet afternoons during which six of their models have nothing better to do than to come on to each other and spurt seed.
It opens with friends Matt Phillipe and Josh Elliot leafing through a Bel Ami promotional newspaper and Matt notices an ad for models. They are supposed to be in Cape Town, South Africa, enjoying a holiday. I think. That's the story. End of chapter.
Opening scene features Matt, who is a cross between movie star Ryan Philippe and Bel Ami star Sebastian Bonnet, posing for cameraman Mark Aubrey, a typical jock-next-door type. After flirting with the photographer, Matt invites him to suck him off, and the eager Mark brings the novice model to a creamy climax in less than a minute. But, that's just the prelude. They slide into another scene on a wicker chaise in which Mark gorges on Matt's dong again, lifting himself occasionally for passionate kissing, during which Matt double-jerks them (nice contrast of cocks here, both upturned and same-sized but Matt's has a wider head and is more thickly veined, beautifully framed by the camera). Mark then feeds Matt his pecker to his new buddy before flipping him over for an energetic doggy-fuck, which melts into a missionary-porking that culminates in Mark's cum-shot all over Matt's belly. Matt soon adds his second splooge of the film to this puddle and they kiss away.
Four hunks are in a pool fooling around before they proceed to the Jacuzzi. Josh Elliot, back from the intro, is a pie-faced cutie; Keifer Sullivan is a wire-bodied angular faced crew-cut jock; Sven Olafsson is a pink-cheeked dirty-blond whose charisma carries the scene, which is hot to begin with; and Marc Vidal, a dark-haired, Mediterranean-looking beauty. In the Jacuzzi they pair off -- Marc takes Sven into another room that's separated by a glass partition while Keifer puts the make on Josh in the pool. The cinematic device of having both couples make love while separated by the glass raises the heat on a scene that needs little more than Sven and Marc smothering each other. Attacking Marc's huge, thick cock as if he were staking a claim to it, while Keifer makes pious love to Josh's cock in the background, Sven makes it clear he wants that pole elsewhere, and Marc obliges. He pushes Sven back on a weight machine, spreads his legs, and plunges his meat up one of the prettiest butts in the Bel Ami stable. Sven shows how perfect a bottom can be, working with Marc to give them both high pleasure as they kiss, nuzzle, and say silly things (translated sillier in subtitles) to each other. One of his greatest talents is being able to spread his legs wider and upward than most airplane wingspans -- it is something that adds another element to the thought that this is a major star in the making. Meanwhile, Josh has entered Keifer's hard ass sidesaddle, and the contrast between them (Josh is twinkie, and Keifer is sort of a street type) adds more heat to the proceedings. Marc, as usual, smiles and fucks his way through as the quartet splash through their cum-shots and kiss their partners good-bye.
The final scene is so sweet that I had to run off to the dentist afterward. Matt, who has moved into what appears to be an all-boy palace in Cape Town, calls Josh, who is lonely in his room, and tells him to get his ass over because Bel Ami wants to photograph him. He runs, and is given a tour by Matt, and they slip into a photo session (from which the cover comes) that looks like an old Doris Day movie -- you know, "shot through Vaseline or gauze." In any case, it's merely a pretext for the two of them romping naked in the pool, horsing around, and eventually making sweet love on a bed covered with the kind of sheets only Bel Ami can get away with -- huge red flowers that look like hearts on a stark white background. With subtitles that turn Czech pillow-talk into something you'd imagine would be approved by American Southern Baptists, the two guys swing into a sweet love session in which they suck and fuck each other all over the bed. Matt shows us that he can rival Sven Olaffson in wingspan when it comes to spreading his legs and Josh shows he can take Matt's simply beautiful cock up his chute as if it were a mere suppository. The scene closes with Matt pulling out of Josh sidesaddle and spilling his cum, then Josh tossing his seed, and Matt, in words that you have to see to believe, tells Josh that he wants to cum again, and does. So goes in the finale, sweet, like the rest of the film.
DVD features: Chapters; behind-the-scenes footage; trailers; cast listing (photo, stats and videography); and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Bo Champion
I used to cover my wall in teen magazine posters. At one point in time, Shaun Cassidy (yes, I am dating myself) was my all-time favorite. There was never a happier gay nine-year-old boy than I when I, totally unexpectedly, received his first album (yes, Gloria, I do mean that I got it on vinyl from Santie Queers) on that fourth grade Christmas morning. My mother did draw the line, though, when I began referring to my pre-teen pin-ups as "cute." I learned that term from Patrick, who was one year old older and the kid next door. Of course, Patrick was copying his three older sisters. I truly meant it. Anyhow, George Duroy's cotton candy porn delight Pretty Boy is exactly like those teen magazine stars come to life and doing exactly what you hoped and imagined they'd be doing with each other (or maybe even you) in private. Every cast member looks like they have steeped off the set of The O.C. -- and there is not a female in sight!
As in all Duroy productions, the camera work is sumptuous. In the first scene, he even makes a hard-on jutting out of a hole in a wooden frame look like fine art. Also, as is common, all the performers are young, incredibly beautiful and even more enthusiastic. They all act as if they are in their natural environment and are enjoying every sloppy second of what they are doing.
Movie star-hunky Mark Aubrey and the title pretty boy, Matt Phillipe, begin with a photo session that dreams are made of. If I would have known acts like this existed as a child, my posters would have been stuck on my wall with cum shots, not tape! Yum!
Aubrey and Phillipe then go the full monty in the sticky hot second scene. Aubrey fucks Phillipe into almost unconscious bliss while Phillipe puts new meaning to the term "cover boy" -- he bathes himself in his own cum.
After that scene, you'll need to work it off, and so, apparently, does Aubrey. He is joined by his buddies -- Keifer Sullivan, Sven Olafsson and Josh Elliot. The four work out all kinds of muscles in this heavenly version of Ballys. They kiss, suck and make it like they mean it before pairing off and showing Jenny Craig the best way to work off calories -- hot, sexy man sex. Indeed, Olafsson has the time of his life swallowing Aubrey's brick-thick manhood, and the incredibly boyish looking Elliot provides youthful exuberance at its finest as he plunges his bulbous and hefty rod into Sullivan's begging hole. Hell, after watching this scene, you might have little use left for that gym membership. Instead, invite some friends over, scan to this scene and then just do what comes naturally! Work it off at home!
Finally, Phillipe, who is so young and Hollywood pretty that you've probably been panting yourself into a sweat waiting, returns. He and the impossibly youthful Elliot take turns servicing each other to Paul Naschy howls of delight. (Naschy was a Spanish actor famous for playing werewolves in cheapo Mexican horror flicks.) These two versatile pros take turns plunging into each other while your mouth will gape open in wonder and delight!
But just remember to close it long enough to rush off and rent Pretty Boy , another gorgeous Bel Ami product. It's a 100 percent better than flipping through those old issues of Tiger Beat that I am sure that you have stored away.
- Christian James