Close on the heels of Josh Eliot's excellent Object of Desire, this one merely confirms that he is one of the finest and certainly the most style-conscious gay video director working today. He keeps his stories simple but clever, using them as springboards for each scene to really stand out.

Stood up by a date, lonely guy Scott Bond picks up a magazine and starts dialing personal ads. Many of the scenes that follow are shot through various soft filters and convey different moods. The first is a massage fantasy lensed in warm amber. A sensual rub of an ice-cube down the body is stolen from Andrew Blake's excellent straight vid Night Trips, but Eliot is forgiven the indiscretion.

The second scene is a twist on phone sex – Bond listens in while dark Italian Tony Dalton describes over the phone to a sexy Latin guy what his blond twink houseboy Rick Stratton is doing to him. Meanwhile Bond masturbates with his phone. It's both a traditional four-way and a masturbatory figure on the theme of urban isolation. Yeah, I know, heady words. Most will just want to watch it for the big dicks and the ample new faces in the cast.

Eventually, Bond finds himself a beau in newcomer Chris Harts, and their growing love affair is captured in one of the ocolest, slickest, sexiest montages I've seen anywhere. It eventually lets us off in an elegant backyard water garden for a really swell sex scene. The sharply photographed box features Bond and has a nice, clean look. If Catalina Video wallowed a bit after William Higgin's departure, they have found their stride again in a new generation of directors led by Eliot and Chi Chi LaRue. 1991 should be a terrific year for them.