There's no point in talking about the wobbly camera or long, dull chat-scenes in hotel rooms before the sex starts. The Bacchus black crew seem to know they're the most successful, if critically unappreciated, American porn stock-company, and they play cards and have pizza with pride until the director tells them to get those big cocks out and go down on their knees and suck those things. They're so good, and they've done each other so many times and know each other's bodies so well, it doesn't matter if the editing is unhelpful, as it is in this rather slow entry. There's a surefire market out there for their good-humored sucking and fucking. Besides, they get real serious once they clamp their dicks and lips together for 23 minutes of professional meat-eating before the fucking starts-and hell, as long as they've got that beautiful buggering machine, Sexcyone, even their sleaziest movie will contain at least one fine fuck. The Bacchus black boyz are for sale again, and always worth the price!