Flex-Deon Blake and Bobby Blake return from the original Black Ballers, the premise this time being that the Blakes, along with Bam, have to rough up Chris Young and some of his other white boy friends for buying in quantity and selling it on the street cheap.
There is definitely an audience that wants to see black men roughing it up with the sexy likes of Young and his friends. Unfortunately, this is not the movie I would recommend. None of the "ganstas" in this movie are believable as bad guys. Bam seems to think that just calling a white boy "bitch" repeatedly is a threat. It's embarrassing when the guy being violated has a nicer boner than the two black guys who are having their way with him. In fact, all of the white boys, while mostly average in size, sport belly-banging, south-pointing rods, again proving that a bigger car doesn't always give you a better ride.
Bobby Blake is a definite exception. His fuck scenes would be the reason to fish this baby out of the bargain bin. Blake doesn't just stick it in and move it around, he jack hammers those tender white asses, flipping and taking command. His scene with Chris Young gave me a boner of my own. Young doesn't just sit there; he's probably the first bottom in a long time that was actually working.
Flex-Deon Blake is still sporting that very large-gauge Prince Albert piercing, something that plays better on the box cover and in magazines. It seems to weigh him down when he's going at it, and it makes for a messy money shot.
- Harry Bayer