Factory Video leaves San Francisco to shoot, as they put it, pretty men playing in pretty places. However, the pine-paneled hotel room where tall Wood fucks small Adrian on a couch, pool table, and kitchen cabinet could be anywhere, as could the cabana where pouty Farrell porks slim blond Markie. The woods where lanky Sterling (keeping his glasses on) gets rimmed and fucked by lankier Hunter are too sun-struck to videograph well. The pool and pool-house where crewcut Dustin gets into the ass of swishy Black would fit into any backyard in the Sun Belt. Chemistry is absent in the workaday sex, the photography lacks the bold beauty one often gets in Factory products. Overall, except for occasional tattoos and body jewelry, the whole picture looks very much like a 1970s so-called classic.