Writer/director Tony Alizzi and his cast of horny anthropologists are in search of the fabled missing link in Darwin's evolutionary line between apes and humans. What they find is MSR exclusive Joey Russo, making a strong debut, as the half-man, all-hard title character.
While the quest was on for the missing link, Alizzi and his production crew should have been searching for the missing microphones. The sound is terrible. The dialog - much of which is scientific and theological jargon - is often completely unintelligible. For the most part, that's a good thing. The reality of a sextet of porn stars jabbering about the far-reaching religious and ethical implications of stud-napping Russo and transporting him back to the states is beyond ludicrous.
When the cast isn't mumbling ho-hum hokum, they act like the ho boys we expect them to be. Jason Branch and his current real-life boyfriend, Steve Ross, turn a cage they've set up to trap the wildman into a sort of modified glory hole. Ross is a beefy bottom who certainly knows his way around Branch's pole. Ross takes Branch up his hungry hole, and Branch pounds him good and hard. He pulls out and shoots a load on Ross's bubble butt. Ross releases his own oozing load, and Branch shoots a second, even bigger cum rocket. While they steam up the jungle with their sucking, rimming and fucking, we see that they are being watched. Russo's intense eyes are taking in the action, and we can tell he's making mental notes.
During the night, Russo sneaks into the campsite and swipes the men's bag of intimate supplies. He learns quickly. Mansex is good. Safe mansex with water-based lube and condoms is better. Thankfully, Russo doesn't look much like an apeman. He more closely resembles a cross between the classic paintings of Jesus and the film images of Tarzan - after a day at a trendy LA hair salon.
Matt Bradshaw and Damian Ford go into the jungle following a trail of Russo's footprints. They pause long enough to put on a show for peeping-link Russo. Despite Bradshaw's tireless efforts, Ford is unable to will any life into his fat, veiny donkey dong, leaving him Homo Non-Erectus for most of the scene.
The group decides to use humpy Ross as bait to nab Russo. In no time, Russo pops out from behind Ross, and his stiff dick pops out of his loincloth. Russo face fucks Ross in a few positions, making use of strategically placed boulders and other set pieces of convenient heights. Nonverbal Russo is plenty vocal with his grunts and groans. This bungle in the jungle is a bunghole that is fucked full.
Russo is captured. Then Sam Dixon, playing the member of the expedition representing the Vatican (don't ask,) sets Russo free again, albeit briefly. Branch crams his cock down Dixon's throat to punish him for his transgressions. The rest of the hunky spunk junkies get into a hot group scene, with Russo taking center stage. Dixon gets covered with cum, with the last powerful blast coming from Russo.
The MSR slogan is "Where the hottest men are always pigs." Alizzo should have left the brainy dialog to PBS and let his brawny cast get down to the business of wild pig sex. When that happens - like the scenes with Branch and Ross and, later, with Russo and Ross - the results leave all of us Homos Erectus.
- Rod Pierce
Tony Alizzi's "Homo Erectus" (2001) introduces newcomer Joey Russo, a rather unique specimen -- when was the last time you saw a twentysomething with a beard? -- who wordlessly, but with good acting and flawless physique, romps through the jungle with the power of a trained veteran. Also featured are other established talents who threaten to steal the darn thing right out from under the star. The video revolves around the premise that a "missing link" has been found in Africa, the titular Homo Erectus, and Jason Branch is the anthropologist leading the expedition to find him, with assistance from Steve Ross, Matt Bradshaw, Damian Ford, Jay Bergman and, as a representative from the Vatican, Sam Dixon.
The men build a cage worthy of "Gilligan's Island" on a sumptuous foliage set lit to the hilt, and then Jason gives Steve the details on trapping him.
Steve has brought some lube with him to the jungle (of course), and Jason is easily enticed to join him in an escapade. Steve, every bit as muscular and large as Jason, and just as hairy but with a sweeter face, does a good job kissing Jason. Steve goes down on Jason's huge cock and breaks in the dark lighting show him to be doing a very good, though rather dry, blowjob. It is all shot from interesting angles utilizing the bamboo cage set. Steve eats ass much better, with Jason making it easy for him by gyrating in time to his lapping tongue. Jason spends some time adoring Steve's thick dick, getting very into it with gorging sounds thankfully left in the audio track. They are being watched by a set of eyes (Joey Russo) that positively bug out when Jason slips on a condom and eases gently into Steve. The fuck is rather simple, with Steve's ass no challenge for Jason's expert fucking. Jason is very active delivering it, but Steve gets a lot of bounce off the cage door in order to back up on his top. After lots of insertion shots and good fucking, Jason ejects a nice load, watches Steve finish and then delivers a second one on top of his first!
Homo Erectus comes to the campsite, leaving footprints for Damian and Matt to follow after another loopy dialogue scene. In the thick jungle, Matt (looking as adorable as ever with his bitable big ears and quizzical face) and Damian (as swarthy as any floppy-haired European out there) discover each other instead in the video's best scene. Matt proves why he's endured so long as you watch him blow Damian's long dick. It's a big sloppy wet blowjob done with incredible ease, matched effortlessly by Damian, who holds onto Matt's full balls to open his mouth wide enough to swallow up a nearby tree as well. Damian eventually crawls up a waterfall rock so Matt can rim his hairy ass. Matt does equally well here, using his whole body to tame the object of his desire. Not to be outdone, Damian rims Matt. Matt finally crouches down so the peering Homo Erectus can watch Damian fuck him. Though Matt is a wonderful bottom, and he owned the oral part of the scene, the anal section belongs to Damian. Damian takes these amazingly long strides in fucking Matt, starting from far away and plunging into Matt hard enough to keep the bottom's ass rippling. Matt keeps up with him throughout, and Damian only gets stronger as it goes on. Finally, Matt sends a shot scattering all over the place and plops exhausted on a rock so Damian can finish all over him.
After Sam bellyaches about the ethical implications of trapping this Cro-Magnon creature, Jason sends Steve off with some bait to trap Homo Erectus, telling him to go along with any contact Homo Erectus might try to make. Homo Erectus has a long mane of hair and a scruffy spotted beard, the combination of which can't obscure a heavenly set of eyes. However, look further than this runway-ready face and you'll see a brilliantly chiseled torso, great buttcheeks and massive thighs. His physical being doesn't even prepare you for his talents as a performer. From the onset of this scene, he takes over with force. He grabs Steve from behind and shoves his dick down his throat -- and the cock on this Tarzan is big. Joey is far too active to let Steve take any control of the scene, so he gets into a push-up position and begins thrusting. He then forces Steve to suck him in a variety of positions and the lighting really shows off his smooth muscles. The blowjob goes on long enough for Steve to sweat up a river. He gets a second wind when Joey shoves his ass in his face and settles on the closest thing to penetration he can muster with his tongue, though Joey doesn't stand still for a second. From watching the two previous scenes, Joey knows what to do with a condom and lube, so he fucks Steve with a writhing abandon. He buries his dick in Steve's meaty ass and squeezes at him with unceasing energy. He's a real jackhammer. The fuck only gains intensity as it continues, with Joey getting better and better, not allowed to speak, but allowed to moan up a storm. If you thought all of Joey's hard active work was good, wait until you see his fierce cum-shot.
The guys clamp Joey in the cage, causing him to flex every ab muscle he can in posing between the bars before super-religious Sam sets him free! So, Jason traps Sam as the others bound after Joey. This all leads to sex as Matt gets to sample Joey first with assist from Steve, who then pairs off with Jason for much of the scene. There is a sensational quartet with lean Jay blowing Matt and Steve doing Joey again. Sam is his usually quiet talented self, and again Matt and Damian are the aces in the pack. Jay works very hard and gleefully for his little share of screen time. The six guys tumble in a series of hot positions, too many to delineate, but the highlight has to be Joey twitching as Matt eats out of his ass and Jason sucks his dick. Jason drizzles spit on it, which travels down his dick and plops off his balls onto Sam working below on Matt's cock. Damian helpfully brings over a cooler so Joey can stand on it and lord over the rest of the guys. One by one, Matt, Damian, Jay and Sam take their turns on him. Sam is the biggest treat here, deep-throating like a madman. They each get seconds and thirds in this bit of cocksucking mania.
Suddenly, the fucking starts, and for most of it, Matt gets to pound Steve while Joey has Sam, who bends over, takes a very deep breath, and lets Joey do everything he wants to him. Though Joey is the focus of the anal action, he was also in the previous scene, so nearly equal time is devoted to former bottom Matt Bradshaw having a crack at Steve. Matt is swell to watch, but by this point, Steve seems a little tired. After just enough brief fucking, the cast stands over Sam for their cum-shots. Matt goes first with a massive one that sets an impossible-to-follow tone, though Jason almost equals him in size and Damian in thickness. The last one to go is star Joey, and in this case, the cliché holds: the best is saved for last.
Special note should go to the abilities behind the scenes of this video, including the seamless editing of Ann Igma and the drum-beat scoring from Sharon Kane. And Jett Blakk, the videographer, holds his own against a detailed hard-to-shoot set and the inspired and equally meticulous direction of Tony Alizzi.
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A DVD Review by Butch Harris ( http://ManNet.com )
*** Highly Recommended ***