Director David Thompson may have bitten off more than he could chew. Wild Sex in America reminds me of the old Mickey Rooney films where everybody would get their friends together and put on a show in a barn. Things appear strewn together. No screenwriter is credited, probably because the entire film appears to be ad-libbed. The storyline starts strong and then just fizzles.
The video opens with a bang. Literally. Thompson's meaty dick is slamming into frat brother Chris Rock's accommodating asshole in the laundry shed of their L.A. frat house. It is a sweaty, sexy fuck that is all too brief. Thompson is late for film class so he splits.
Professor Dino Phillips (who I hope isn't going to be forever typecast as a teacher) tells them of their class, project. They are to buddy up (Thompson chooses best bud Seth Black) and, in two weeks, film a documentary. Phillips calls Black to his office, where he proceeds to seduce his young student and briefly fucks him on the desk. (There's a great moment when Black literally does the splits on two chairs so Phillips can eat his ass a little easier.)
The boys decide they will do their film on sex. They will travel and interview willing participants about sex and film them in the process. They don't even make it out of California before they pull over and Black gives Thompson a blow job as Thompson records it for posterity.
In Arizona they encounter hitchhiker Matt Douglass who eventually pulls a gun on the two and rapes them at gunpoint. (Well, okay, the gun disappears halfway through, but whatever.) Douglass "fucks" Thompson (there's no actual penetration seen) and then makes Black soggily fuck him as well. They escape but not before shooting off some wooden dialogue at each other.
They reach Las Vegas, where we are treated to some terrific daytime shots of the city and the casinos. Black persuades hotel manager Zachary Scott to give them a room at employee rates. Scott agrees but only if he can be "interviewed." He has his eye on neighbor Hawk McAllister. They head back to Scott's place, where Thompson sets up the camera in a closet, and Scott proceeds to seduce McAllister. Scott is classically gorgeous and has a huge dick, and McAllister takes it like a pro. A nice scene, refreshing to see someone other than Black or Thompson in a scene.
All of a sudden, our heroes have decided that they have enough footage to fill their documentary. Huh? One scene without them and no interviews? I hope Phillips is as bad a film professor as the uncredited screenwriter for the guys' sake.
So they head home and their separate ways. When Thompson gets to his place, however, he encounters Rock and one of his film colleagues, Grant Wood, going at it in the bedroom. He immediately begins filming for more footage. Wood and Rock are very into each other. Wood has a terrific hole that Rock greedily slurps before sitting on Wood's cock and riding into the sunset. The film is complete.
I don't mind Thompson at all. I think he's attractive and very sexual. But by putting himself in so much of the film, I think he lost sight of where this little road trip was actually heading.
- Jeremy Spencer