Showing off his studio’s skills, producer/director Alencar goes wild on sets and cinematic elegance. D.O., an Argentinean fashion model who resembles a cross between Michael Brandon and Ben Affleck, is smoking something potent in a New York park when collegiate cutie Alencar, with rings through his massive slick tits, lures him into a shabby basement. This leads to room after misty room: a white void like a perfume ad where Alencar fucks wide-eyed Wyler, their cum looking especially nasty in the pristine atmosphere; a candlelit kitchen full of pastry, where Kessler fucks Enrique as they both grin; a disco where massive Del Castillo and sensitive Tanner turn geek Rocko into a slobbering bottom who tries to fuck himself with the dance-pole; then in what looks like a mod temple to worship a red motorcycle, D.O. dicks bellowing Weston; and finally there’s a positively golden eight-man (eight-angel? eight-demon?) orgy in a white setting like the end of Space Odyssey.

RETAILING: Hot and lots of muscle. Also good for the art-lovers.