As the film opens we see a young man seated behind a desk getting a blowjob from someone. All we see is long hair. Is this a female secretary taking dicktation? The buzzer rings and a female voice tells the blowjob-recipient that his grandson is outside. Grandson? This guy is barely twenty and he has a grandson? When the “grandson” enters we discover he is in the 18-23 year old range. This is starting to resemble little kids playing grownup. The “grandson” is very blond and has no doubt been helped in this color by something from a bottle. He watches impassively as his granddad continues getting blown. The camera pans to reveal the fellator as a longhaired boy with a pierced tongue who finishes his employer off with a flourishing hand job that produces a great geyser of heavy cream that covers the knuckles of the helping hand.
The grandson now tells young Gramps that he is tired of the real estate business and wants to quit. Gramps says he is just tired and needs a rest and offers the lad his summer cottage for a vacation. But this is not what our blond hero wants. He wants to establish a “Palace of Fine Art playing sex games just like in ancient Greece”. (Who taught him history, Quentin Crisp?)
Not deterred, our hero goes to a senator and offers up his ass for the senator’s support. The film has a perfect plot for some daddy/son action but once again, the senator is within the hero’s basic age range. Everyone in this film is young, young, young. In addition, alternating between color and black and white as mentioned above seriously mars this scene and the others that follow. It’s bad when the director does more fucking around than the performers.
When their sex is over and both are again dressed, blondy assures the senator’s connivance by admitting Beri, a really handsome young guy. He’s either the second argument or a bonus for the senator. He strips the senator and gives him a super blowjob; the senator does the same for him. In a strange reversal, the handsome youth screws the senator. (Now there’s a switch, in this country it’s usually the senators who do the screwing.) We go back and forth from color to black and white with the speed of changing images in a kaleidoscope.
There is another senator who stands in the way of our hero’s scheme so he sends handsome (Beri) to clear the way with this senator’s minions. They are a very cute nineteen-year-old (Dennis)with dark curly hair and Leo, the longhaired sucker from scene one. All three guys take turns sucking the other two’s swollen uncut flesh until Beri sits on Dennis’ dick. They move onto all fours and Dennis continues to fuck Beri in this position as Beri sucks Leo’s cock. Leo and Dennis then switch ends.
The second senator is seated on a sofa and is surprised by handsome Beri’s entrance, but Beri puts him at ease by stripping him naked and sucking his dick. This senator has some hair on his chest, and some hair on his belly, but no hair above his cock. The senator strips and sucks the handsome youth and fucks him six ways from Sunday. Thankfully there is none of that switching to black and white nonsense, but the lighting is too garish, the camera is out of focus, and the images are blurred. The post dubbing sounds of lust are comical.
After Beri’s bodily sacrifice to all and sundry, both senators and our hero’s grandpa are brought to the newly opened Place of Art. The two senators go for one another. (No, not in rival anger but in lust) Our blond hero gravitates to cute, curly Dennis. Grampa sits in a chair and jacks off. Beri disappears from the scene. Poor lad, I guess he’s fucked out. Or maybe he and the also absent longhaired Leo eloped. Unfortunately the black and white crap starts up again. Senator one is getting fucked by senator two while sucking Grandpa’s dick.
Then Grandpa fucks Senator one who is now sucking the hairless cock of senator two. At least that’s what I think occurs as the focus is a bit fuzzy and these guys bear a striking resemblance to one another. The film is finally over and so I’m off to view something by a director who wants to do a film for an audience and not use it as a medium for his own narcissistic aggrandizement.
It was hard to belive the relationships with everyone so young. It reminded me of a religious film I once saw where Adam and Eve and all the other parts were played by children. Or a high school play. The guys here were great-looking and the sex would have been very good if the director had left it alone. But as soon as we got involved, there would be something like those damn black and white interludes that would distract us. It was like trying to have nice sex in your room while your mother was poking her head in the door every five minutes. My poor dick was going up and down like a yoyo. Why are there directors of limited talent who want to be “artistic” and instead of resembling Stanley Kubrick, just end up emulating Ed Wood? Perhaps, Private Man should start looking around for a possible replacement unless the director begins leaving art for the masters and just tries to make a good and enjoyble film.