Like its title, this import from Hungary suffers from a severe lack of imagination. It's a shame that the producer, Michael Lucas, wasn't also the director because his creatively dirty mind would no doubt have improved matters enormously. As it is, most of the six action scenes are performed in the same bar, whose walls are painted blood red. The lack of variety is a surefire buzz kill. The third scene comes closest to being a winner, with daddy-ish Akos Piros and smooth studboy Paulo Mickey providing big thrills. Piros adds extra juice to their fuck, quite literally: He squeezes an orange over Mickey's taut torso making it even stickier. The rest is nothing that hasn't been done better in a raft of other eastern European productions, and with much the same cast (Julian Vincenzo and Lucio Maverick, apparently, have to be in everything). The second disc offers bonus solos, duos, and some very tame watersports. Better viewing lies in behind-the-scenes footage, which shows fluffing and sexplay before and after takes. Ironically, it's the most interesting part of this otherwise unremarkable package.

RETAILING: The cast of usual Hungarians is spiced up by the addition of muscle-daddy Akos Piros.