Poor Jenteal... stuck on a breathtaking tropical island with nobody to keep her company except seven fantasy figures -- and a head full of dreamy voice-overs to tie her delirious day-dreams together. No matter .Except for the pretentious narration, Tropic is one of the best wall-to-wallers to come along this early in the year. Making an educated guess (same cast, location, etc.) we can safely assume it was shot concurrently with Paul Thomas' Shipwreck, with which Tropic shares the same delicious topography and cinematography.
On the sexual front, Jenteal looks better than ever. She diddles herself quite a bit throughout the film, first observing John Dough on the receiving end of the wood-stiffening hummer from Missy while they straddle a bridge. Jen engages in a threeway with Marc Wallice and Alexandra Silk, (who takes his bent joint up her ass, naturally) and two lesbian gropes. Mickey G. also plugs her dewy furburger from behind in an arousing stand-up fuck. There really isn't a bad tryst in the whole movie, even when Jenteal is absent for the Missy/Mickey/Dough roundelay.
Being that the location engenders so much romance, we'd hardly call these encounters nasty, but any of the threeways is worthy of a pre-nom, as is the cinematography. It would be awfully difficult to screw up these nature-given gifts, and Ralph Parfait never drops the balls when it comes to tasty visuals. Tropic of Eros may be a bit too repetitive to view in a single sitting, but it's a worthwhile addition to any collector's shelf.