Though the streets of L.A. must've been filled with plenty of blood, there had to have been just as much loving going on between the men of the U.S. Armed Forces and the Zoot Suit gangs during WWII. That's exactly what director Rafael and writer Chris Steele suppose in their latest effort for Dirk Yates' specialty Latino productions.

Set loosely around a gang of Zoot Suit-ers, Rafael cleverly takes us into the war years - right down to the genuine pressed briefs. In fact, the zoot suits themselves look as good as those Jim Carrey wore in The Mask!

In addition to his exceptional eye for talented costumers, Rafael has an adept hand at directing inventive sex scenes. There's a gangbang in a bar with super-hung newcomer Brett DiMineo, Hunter Daniels, Diego Alvarez and Marcos that's sure to knock feathered-fedoras clean off freshly Brylcreem'ed heads!

But Rafael's artistry mambos full screen when he unleashes foreskinned, beauty-cock Tony Alvarez on the unsuspecting - but very eager - Danny. Danny enjoys nothing more than deep throating, then sitting on, Alvarez's brown torpedo.

This may not be Edward James Olmos' idea of the Zoot Suit riots, but it should be.