Vancouver Nights a review by Onan the Vulgarian Best of Phoenix Alternative Video Reviewer

	Cast: Pierre Fitch, Jeremy Hall, Shane Leblanc, Justin Parker, Chase Johnston, Brendon Knox; non-sexual, Brent Everett. Directed by Jesse Kiehl and Jeremy Hall for Fierce Dog.
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Brent Everett should be obscene and not heard. His sententious narration in Vancouver Nights serves well enough as a transition from scene to scene, but after all his talk of fast nights and slow nights, you expected to see him walk home with a prize at the end of the film and fuck his brains out. Instead, he goes home with his skateboard.
    It's a terrific production, nevertheless, with a lot of the credit due to Shane Leblanc. We meet Shane in the first scene, where Jeremy Hall is videotaping himself force-feeding Shane his cock. There's no music, the dialog is realistic, and Shane takes every bit of verbal (and penile) abuse Jeremy heaps on him. He chokes, his eyes water and he even holds the camera when Jeremy requires both his own hands to hold Shane's jaw while he drives his cock even deeper down the lad's throat. What Shane gets for his efforts is Jeremy's spunk all over his face, and a little in his mouth. Looking up through long eyelashes nearly glued shut, he says to Jeremy, "This is just for us, right?"
    It's brilliant: pay attention to the start of the next scene (after more heavy talk from Brent), which takes place in a gay disco. There's a sex video playing on screens all around the room, and guess who's the star?
    Under the spinning disco ball, all the dancers vanish except for Chase Johnston and Brendon Knox, who are now clothed only in diamonds of light reflected from the ball. Theirs is more-or-less routine twink sex, livened up by non-routine twink ass play and finger fucking. The credits fail to distinguish who from whom, so your guess is as good as mine as to who's the top and who's the noisy ("oh, god!") bottom.
    Shane scores with the DJ, Justin Parker, goes home with him for a lively romp in the shower after the club closes. Running water provides the sound track as these guys tear into each other as if they've only got 10 minutes left to live. A glass toy — sort of a giant screw — adds to the heat. Shane bottoms, but in the close confines of the shower stall, the camera sometimes takes a while to find the best vantage points as the boys climb the walls. Shane also cums in Justin's mouth and they snowball the load. The chemistry here is electric, and the very long, slow pan afterwards, in which they simply devour each other with their eyes, is something you rarely see in porn.
    Meanwhile, Shane's boyfriend Jeremy has picked up Pierre Fitch, and it turns out they have identical jock straps. Pierre's ass commands attention, and gets it. In fact, Jeremy probably spends more time eating it and playing with it than he does fucking it. As Martha would say, that's a good thing. In this scene, too, music is omitted in favor of an unscripted exchange of nasty talk. They leave their jock straps on throughout. Pierre, who takes Jeremy's load in the face, gets extra credit for being so perfectly convex, so perfectly concave, so perfectly rippled in exactly those places where he ought to be.
    Shane and Justin, having cleaned up and jumped onto a big white bed, decide they're horny again, but Shane wants a three-way so Justin calls a friend. I was bummed when the friend turned out to be Chase Johnston and not Brent Everett, but the scene does not disappoint. (And now we know Chase was the top in the second scene, though he only bottoms here.) There's lots of ass-eating and the glass screw makes a return engagement. They make a fuck sandwich, with Shane in the center, giving him a chance to top as well as bottom. There's more cum-eating at the end and a three-man snowball.
    Despite a weak second scene, a so-so narrative and the non-sex-only use of Brent Everett, Vancouver Nights fully merits my second-highest rating. Jeremy Hall continues to establish himself as a dominating, take-charge top, Pierre Fitch is as irresistible as ever, and Shane Leblanc, as far as I'm concerned, can write his own porn ticket.
    The DVD has Pierre Fitch outtakes, yellow pee, Cum-Shotz, gallery, trailers. Widescreen.

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