Ever been so horny you could fuck a toad? Jack Wrangler has. Trapped on a navy vessel with a few hundred like-minded sailors can either be a very happy thing for a confident but horny guy like Wrangler, or it can be a misery. Finally docking in New York City after months at sea, the last thing Jack wants to do is see the Empire State or a Broadway show. In "Navy Blue" (1979), Jack's desperate need to unload and get off propels the story. He's got 12 hours to spill some seed and the clock is ticking.
Fellow seaman George Payne is no less eager, but is certainly more affable and discrete. George has got a neat, compact frame, and he's looking trim in his snug uniform. Though short, he's classically handsome, his jaw line made even stronger by a well-groomed beard (strange for the Navy, but I digress). They troll the streets of NYC, bustling with tourists the week before Christmas. With a camera dangling around his neck, Jack is an enthusiastic shutterbug, forcing poor George to mug in front of statues, Tiffany's storefront, and the Rockefeller Christmas tree. Only when they separate does the viewer learn that Jack's biggest Christmas wish is to hook up with George. Jack dazedly window-shops, unlikely to find what he wants at Sax Fifth Avenue.
Poor George. He unwittingly ends up in one of those strange, fog-filled fantasy montages as imagined by Jack Wrangler. Nude, except for an oversized red bow tied around his waist, George becomes just one more sparkly Christmas bauble, a present for a greedy boy to unwrap. The fantasy sequence plays out with all the stereotypical cheesy trappings, and though George appears a little dumbstruck, he doesn't bat an eye when buddy Jack drops to his knees.
While Jack is wandering New York's canyons, daydreaming about making love with George, George's inner monologue (heard as a voiceover) is a similar lament about his crush on Jack. The whole situation is more comical than lamentable, especially since these guys share such close quarters every day.
For all Jack's big talk about getting laid, George is actually working out his sexual frustration with a street-corner Santa. After trading coy come-ons, George tags along to Santa's walk-up in Times Square. It isn't the North Pole, and the reception is considerably warmer. Underneath all that Santa suit padding is a sleek, flat-bellied and deliciously silky Latin sporting a dark mustache circa 1979. Keeping the red cap on, Saint Nick gets a tender blowjob from one randy sailor, then reciprocates, bobbing on George's erect prick. Maybe Santa's got to get back to work, but they don't spend much time on extras. They wordlessly start to fuck -- Latin Santa opening his ass for some mellow cornholing. The eroticism of the scene is ultimately deflated by the upbeat Christmas carols racing underneath the sex. Then as he cums, our Salvation Army Santa wildly rings his bell, bringing George's trick an unexpected close. The scene does however provide the viewer with luscious views of George Payne's no-nonsense physique.
Only in Times Square would someone hand out flyers for a service called "The Flying Cocksuckers" without passersby even taking notice. With the Cohen statue above him, cheerily welcoming one and all to old Broadway, Jack accepts one of the flyers and makes a hire. Jack and his street hustler, Giuseppe Welsh, head to a helicopter pad and launch over the NYC skyline, swapping blowjobs with spectacular views. He's barely up in the air ten minutes before he shoots his wad, then touches down again. He then hits the streets, heading for a planned rendezvous at George's girlfriend's apartment.
Jack inadvertently walks in on George and his girlfriend, her long mane of hair covering a great deal of George's hips and thighs while she blows him. Neither one seem to mind being watched. Jack, however, wrings his sailor cap desperately before bolting from the apartment. Ah, thwarted love! If this was part of George's plan to seduce his shipmate, he's failed miserably. That doesn't prevent George from enjoying the company of the woman he's with. The scene cuts back and forth between Jack's tortured, morose inner monologue and George banging his gal pal.
Thankfully Jack opts to confront George. The conclusion is a happy one -- boy does get boy in the end. A remainder of the flick is dedicated to the pair of sailors consummating their mutual horniness, starting off with some intense kissing while strings swell underneath. Finally we get to see Jack's achingly beautiful (and very stiff) cock, bloated with desire. He pumps it slow and methodically, using the same tempo as he sucks George. George's peter may be slightly misted with pussy juice, but Jack does an excellent job of cleaning up the residuals with his tongue. I was in heaven watching these guys 69, George's bearded lips taking extra care with buddy Jack. Offering his ass to George, Jack takes a nasty (albeit short) ride. Jack cums in signature style, muscles straining, his face powerfully grimacing with the orgasm.
"Navy Blue" ends with a real downer of a plot twist. Strange how the director can pull off this unexpected ending. Given less than an hour of screen time to develop character and with likely limited resources, director Ellie somehow seduced me with this deceptively simple story, no doubt due to two fine performances from George Payne and Jack Wrangler. Watching this pair of models fuck was such a pleasure that I'll forgive him the odd choice of underscoring and the too-graphic cunnilingus.
DVD features: Chapters; trailers; and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Rick Forrent