Great-looking, beautifully-colored, handsomely-cast New York 'Rican tape (by talented LFC director Brian Brennan), with nine easygoing locker room scenes of blowjobs, j.o.'s, and a fuck, unfortunately has sound so badly botched that for the first 25 minutes one must turn volume up to the max to tell that there's a soundtrack at all, and after that, volume rises and falls in a wave pattern.