This is an all-black epic with a 4-4-7 configuration. That's not an '81 Cadillac; it's 4 pistons, 4 cylinders with 7 radiator boilovers. Mack, with a sunny smile, dimpled chin and sunburst tattoo, stands in a convertible on the boxcover. Chrysler might've sold more cars than Lee Iacocca ever dreamed of if Mack came with the car. He gets topped by Block, who has a washboard stomach and a tattoo that looks like a Sherwin-Williams "cover-the-world" trademark. Tyrone tops Rolf, Pierre nails Romero, Mack gets his jollies in a three-way as Alexander tops Jackson.
Five out of eight performers have only one name — which went out of style 4,000 years ago when the planet's population hit one million. Dialogue is muffled by a loud buzz throughout the entire soundtrack. Still, the guys look good and some of the sex is hot; just don't expect too much from this somewhat amateurish production.