Cock Shots
a review by Onan the Vulgarian
Best of Phoenix Alternative Video Reviewer
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Cock Shots Cast: Brian Bodine, CJ Madison, Dean Monroe, Nick Capra, Kamrun, Trevor Knight, Jack London, Jherrad Lopez, Brett Matthews, Adrian Troy, Daniel, Hans Ebson.
Directed by Andre Adair.
Studio 2000, P.O. Box 411546, San Francisco, CA 94141. Toll-free orders 800-435-2445. Internet www.studio2000video.com.
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Cock Shots is one of the most jism-inducing films to come out of Studio 2000 in a long time. It's an all-sex film, with a few fillips of editing and direction that add visual interest and might also engage your imagination, if you're paying attention.
    The action starts with Nick Capra and Brett Matthews, both unwaxed, sucking face. There's a strange sound in the background, as if someone were sharpening a knife on the edge of the set. Capra looks particularly trim, toned and handsome. The set is furnished with a padded bench and a leather-covered chair with chrome stirrups, such as you might have found in a gynecologists' office 50 years ago. It's one of three different such pieces of vintage furniture used throughout the film — one of those fillips I mentioned earlier.
    Those stirrups make it easy for Matthews to keep his feet planted far enough apart to give Capra full access to his cock, balls and hole. The sucking here, by both men, is grand but the rimming is even better: when Capra is not plundering Matthews' hole with his tongue, he's plundering it with his finger while his tongue attends to Brett's tain't and balls. Brett gets his turn at Nick's hole later, keeping his cock occupied by sliding it back and forth against the sole of Nick's foot. A lusty fuck follows, with Brett bottoming.
    The next scene is a cleverly imagined three-man solo. It begins with Daniel on a staircase; his j/o is enhanced with a dildo. Kamrun, on a another of those chairs, is the second soloist and Arian Troy is the third. It's unclear whether they are in the same room, but they are all seeing flashes of the same orgy, in which they are participants. The orgy is almost subliminal, and heavily shadowed, as if viewed through a spyglass. The three men do come together for their climaxes, with Kamrun producing the biggest load of the film.
    The next scene is the film's weakest. Hans Ebson is on a bed sucking Jack London, who then fucks him without reciprocating.
    Any erotic deficiency in that scene is more than made up for when the unstoppable force of Dean Monroe hits the immoveable object of Brain Bodine. Separated by a wall of chain-link fencing, they connect like Pyramus and Thisbe, which is to say they can still stick their tongues and cocks through the wall (OK, so Thisbe didn't have a cock). As they drill each other with their eyes, we see flashes of the conflagration that's in store.
    Don't begin watching this scene if there's anything you need to do in the next hour or so. It might be the perfect erotic encounter. Monroe (gloriously unwaxed) and Bodine (rewind and take another look at his thighs) hold nothing back. The ass play is exquisitely torturous, with deep and lavish tongue and finger work by both. Whether sucking, rimming or fucking, the intensity never flags. The music is kept low so that it doesn't interfere with the sounds of the models and the camera is always in the right place, earning extra points for remembering to show the models' faces, too, caught in complete rapture.
    As if the erotic explosion of that scene has short-circuited the cameras, the final scene begins with electronic interference that eventually clears to show four naked guys (CJ Madison, Jherrad Lopez, Trevor Knight and Kamrun) kissing and jerking off side-by-side on a bench. Lopez has not made many films, but his performance here ought to get him a lot more offers. He is nothing short of sensational as the punk of the others, sucking everyone, getting fucked by everyone (Kamrun also bottoms) and being the target for the final volley of splooge.
    The DVD has four photo galleries, behind the scenes, trailers, Riley Scott solo.

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