WARNING!
Marco Parelli
Distributor | Released | Length |
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YMAC Video YMAC International |
2000 | 110 |
Description source: promotional material
On n'appartient à personne,personne ne vous appartient !
C'est la vie ! C'est le jeu ! Tout est double et concentré. Le plaisir, l'amour , les sentiments.
Les 24 cm du sexe de Antoine Mallet sont au centre de chassés-croisés clandestins dans les caves, parkings , bureaux désertés et entrepôts.
Tout le monde triche. Qui trompe qui ? On cache nos désirs pour mieux les vivre , c'est le cercle vicieux.
Après S.O.S et SAFARI CITY, Cadinot n'a jamais montré avec autant de force et de passion les relations entre mecs.
Pour son 55 ième film, Cadinot réinvente les Jeux de l'amour en Double.
Art-house film fanatics who have dipped their dicks in male porn over the past 50 years will likely get a huge kick out of the concept behind "Double en Jeu," a sex-filled romp by France's master gay porn auteur Jean-Daniel Cadinot. It's just as much of a blend of Alain Resnais' ground-breaking 1961 film noir "Last Year at Marienbad" ("L'Année dernière à Marienbad") and J. Brian's 1972 fuck film "First Time Around" (itself a play on the French classic "La Ronde," from German-born director Max Ophüls) as it is an attempt to tell a story.
The rest of us will just have to be content with a cast of gorgeous young men who play out the subtleties of the film's virtually untranslatable title ("double your pleasure" or maybe "double play") with over-the-top heat and beyond-measurement dicks, all without subtitles in a film that could have used them in one scene, but, what the hell, the fucking is good.
Filmed in 2000, this is a perfect continental fin-de-siecle piece that involves an interwoven band of young sex pigs at work and play. It opens with Valentin Durieux and Felipe Janeiro patrolling the underground car port where they are obviously guards. Finding nothing, the irrepressibly cute Valentin, who resembles Marc Wahlberg a bit, stops to piss, wagging his fabulously cute tight butt practically in the face of Felipe, a clone of major French star Jean-Paul Belmondo. Felipe decides that his fingers, hand, wrist and forearm would satisfy Valentin more than his dick, and gradually works his way up the chute with each part of his appendage until he decides that the super flashlight would be a better trick.
Suddenly, Felipe abandons his prey and we are whisked upstairs to a dinner party where three guys and a gal are jabbering away with a baby crying in the background. Two of the men, the impossibly handsome blond Constantyn Fvister (who might be the husband) and the sultry dark-haired Frank Forest, are playing footsie under the table. Constantyn notes they are out of wine and slips out the door, to be quickly followed by Frank who conveniently sees that he is out of cigarettes. Interspersed are takes of coverboy Marco Parelli, who is hiding in the basement watching the action unfold before him. The action begins as Constantyn returns to the basement with bottles of wine just as Frank comes back from his cigarette hunt. They grab, stroke and hungrily kiss, and Constantyne goes for the gold -- an impossibly fat lick of meat between Franck's skinny legs that he consumes voraciously. As in much of the movie, this is a quickly executed, tightly edited fuck scene with Frank stuffing Constantyn with that pole in a myriad of positions on pipes, steps and benches until they cum as Constantyn pumps himself in a sit-fuck, after which they return to dinner as if nothing happened.
Meanwhile, Valentin has found Marco and hauls him into the office where they consume each other. An impossibly adorable pup with a long, downward-pointing boner, Marco is more alluring than his photo might suggest, and he is just as insatiable as you might imagine a post-teen scene lurker to be once he's caught up in an encounter fraught with some danger but overwhelmed by the musky smells of basement sex. He fucks Valentin on and over the desk and a table, up and over, down and under, you name it, they assume the position until they cum simultaneously.
Marco finds his way into another encounter that is precipitated by the lithe, doe-eyed, baby-faced Antoine Mallet stepping into his exit path. Instantly enraptured, Marco gets his testosterone heated with one grasp of Antoine's crotch -- their heated kissing brings that package to full blossom, and it's an extraordinary revelation. Wherever in the world do these light-bodied boys get those long, heavy dicks? Mesmerized by its power, Marco attempts to consume it orally but you can sense and practically see his butt twitching -- he's ready to take on that bazooka and he does it easily and lovingly, his small perfect wooly ass wrapping itself around Antoine's cock doggy-style over a water pipe before he switches positions with his trick and tosses him missionary over the pipe and fucks him strongly. They jerk off side by side to a healthy couple of juice spurts and dash off to other encounters.
Our soulful Felipe, meanwhile, is back in the office leafing through a magazine of naked chicks when Valentin comes in. They tease each other as Felipe goes to his locker to change his clothes. Clad only in his boxer briefs, he moves to the electric box to check it, gets up on a stool and sticks his crotch out for the tempted Valentin to inspect, which he does with his eyes, and, eventually, mouth. After bringing Felipe to stiff attention, he bends over for a quick rimjob and now gets what he wanted from the beginning: Felipe's pretty pecker up his butt. The fuck is played out completely on an office chair, kneeling-doggy and sit-fuck positions, until Felipe pulls out and blows his load over Valentin's shoulder on onto his face, after which he licks the shmooshed cock gingerly.
Juiced up by Valentin, Felipe visits a café where he immediately is cruised by the puppy-faced and exotic David McKenna, who is sitting with another guy and a girl sipping coffee. Felipe sits in a chair by the door, orders a coffee, and spreads his legs, gently caressing his crotch as David rises and moves past him to the men's room. Naturally, our hero follows and David, already in full flower, flaunts his cock for the predatory Felipe, who has already dropped trou and is moving in on the boy and locking the door behind them. They engage in heated kissing and cock massaging that is lovingly filmed. After David samples Felipe's boner, the latter drops to his knees for his first taste of man meat of the day -- and it's a fat, dark, downward-turned prick that he swallows before rising, turning the boy around, and stuffing his pretty potter with his pole. The waiter pops in, hears the commotion, tries to get into the stall (which is locked) and goes out again. Felipe and David continue their tryst until Felipe unloads, kisses David and leaves him to whack off on his own.
Now it gets a little complicated. Felipe pays his check, leaves his phone number on it, and the waiter -- the angular and very pretty Loie Darleville, picks it up and writes his phone number on it and leaves it for David. He then goes back to the kitchen and calls Felipe, arranges to meet him, and they go back to Felipe's apartment where Loie, pent-up, hungry for cock and eager to stretch his lips, gets right to work on Felipe's cock before turning into his afternoon fuck-toy. On his back, sitting down, on his knees, legs spread, legs curled around his head, Loie is the perfect foil for Felipe, who has turned into this film's Brian Kinney (from "Queer as Folk"). Felipe eventually cums on Loie's face, and in a surprise (considering the year), Loie opens his mouth and takes some of the juice before he leaves.
Meanwhile, David from the café has dropped off his clothes at the cleaners, forgetting the note that Loie left for him, which had Felipe's phone number on it. The dry cleaners' owner -- the ripped, sharp-featured beauty Jean-Claude Antoine -- reads the "invitation" on the note he finds in the pocket, calls Felipe and invites him to the store. Here Felipe meets his equal in perfunctory sex -- a man with a huge rod, hot body and need to be caressed, sucked and pleasured. Still, in the end, the hot bodied Jean-Claude takes it up the chute, and as the two are fucking away, they are interrupted by Jean-Claude's helper, the exquisitely preppy Angelo Rizzi, a slick-haired beauty with come-hither eyes. He makes mincemeat of their cocks, then in a sequence that looks as though it might have been filmed while amyl nitrate was wafting though the vents, Angelo goes into a trance on Jean-Claude's cock as Felipe rims, fucks and humps Jean-Claude until Felipe cums. He gets out, cleans up, and kisses the other two good-bye as they are in mid-fuck -- Jean-Claude shoving it to his assistant doggy over the bench, cumming as another cutie-pie, Antoine Cusack, drops off a pile of clothes from the garage and flees.
Back at the underground, horse-dicked Antoine Mallet is hanging out waiting for someone when the always eager Valentin comes by. They quickly undress each other, kiss a little, suck a little, and then Antoine porks the always-willing Valentin, first with his cock and then his hand, wrist and arm. However, in a switch, Valentin gets his glee as well, fucking Antoine hither and yon before assuming his more accustomed position as doggy- and sit-fuck target for Antoine's artillery before taking a load of splooge on his face.
Back in the office, Antoine Cusack, who dropped off the pile of clothes at the cleaners, comes to work where Valentin is cleaning up for the day. As pretty a boy as there is in this flick, Antoine looks like he stepped out of one of those Czech boy-toy flicks, all fresh-faced and willing from the farm. Obviously not fooled by the open locker door that has naked women pasted on it (he covers it with his jacket), he quickly succumbs to Valentin's wiles, and in a sweetly romantic interlude, loses his virginity by stuffing a hole of a different kind -- Valentin's -- with a couple of dildos and his own private member. The scene ends with a hopeful longing kiss from Antoine, who is expecting this thing to continue. But, as soon as he closes the door and leaves, the other door to the office opens and in walks the street tough, hot bodied, Sam Eddy, who looks like he stepped out of a rest-stop tea room in Arizona. This guy is Valentin's fuck-toy -- he bends and grovels, eats cock and takes dildos with ease, keeps his T-shirt on and offers his ass for Valenin's enjoyment until he spills his cum on his buddy's face and into his mouth, after which he treats Valentin to the full length of a huge dildo that brings our man to climax after one hell of a fucking day.
DVD features: Chapters; cum-shots chapter; gallery; trailers; and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Bo Champion