Basket Balling Review

Reviewed by Joe Shaver  on  2/5/2003

The name Basket Balling is the best thing this one has going for it. Duh, guys have baskets (Yup) and they got balls. (You bethcha!) Unfortunately the same cleverness doesn’t carry through to the film itself. If you are into feet you might want to pick this one up. Foot lovers know there are few enough films that cater to the delectable toe-suck as a prelude to sucking something larger. But if you are not into this particular fetish you wont get much of a rise here.

The first scene features Corky Adams, who now goes by the name of Shawn Young (is this name twinkier or something?) discovered in a locker room with a sort of rough looking but uninteresting newcomer. They have a few lines of dialogue but it is so poorly miked and, as the echo of the empty locker room distorts it even more, we get only a bit of it. It is enough to know that the so-called straight guy with Shawn/Corky has never fucked his girlfriend’s ass. Would you believe Shawn/Corky volunteers for it? Well he does. But first he has to suck some dick. Now, It’s easy to believe that a cutie like Shawn/Corky could seduce any straight guy he set a mind to. But it is not so easy to believe that a basketball player wears a snap-on cock ring under his uniform—especially a “straight” basketball player! Since he never gets very stiff it was probably necessary and the small budget couldn’t afford Viagra. Shawn/Corky does mange to finally get it hard enough for him to sit on. The straight stranger then gives S/C a few pokes à la dog. When S/C gets on his back I’m hoping it’s for a missionary fuck, but it’s just to jack off.

Things pick up (pun intended) for the second scene where the sexy German Jens Hammer is paired with a young hunk who may—or may not—be Anthony Shay. He’s really nice and I would love to know who he is. Anyway he’s hurt his groin, which gives Jens a chance to take off the hunk’s shoes and suck on his toes. (That's not the groin area, of course, but don't worry he'll get there.) Jens then puts the guys feet together and thrusts his big uncut knockwurst between them fucking the guy’s feet. He also sucks on the hunk’s cock. (See, I told you he'd get there.) This is the only scene in the film where both guys reciprocate in sucking cock! Both have some hair on their chests. The hunk’s is a bit sparse; Jens is a young bushy bear. The hunk gets on all fours for a doggie and then it’s onto his back for a good ole missionary fucking. Unfortunately he shows no reaction to what Jens is doing. Jens now knows what it is like to be a necrophiliac and fuck a corpse.

Next up are Cort Stevens and a young dark-haired cutie who looks familiar but I can’t put any of the cast names to him. Cort is looking sort of bulky here and his complexion is in need of some skin cream. The scene follows the previous one in that the cutie removes Cort’s shoes and gives his foot a bit of a lick before moving onto his cock. He then gets on for a ride before lying on his back to take it that way. Cort does not suck in this scene; he plays it straight. (Yuck!)

The fourth scene features Scott Davis and Joe Austin. I’ve known and loved Scott and his monster whammy for a long (no pun intended) time, and I got Joe’s name from the DVD cover. (That’s Cort and Joe on the cover implying they have a scene together. They don’t.) Joe showers. Scott walks up to the shower. Joe leaves the shower. He sucks for several seconds on Scott’s dick. They move into the other room. Joe lies back on the floor. Scott fucks him. End of a very, very, short scene and a rather-run-of-the mill flick.

Pornstar turned director Sam Dixon has over 20 films to his credit and proved with the first-rate MEN AT WORK that has it in him to be a good director when he’s given a decent budget and enough time to do a proper job. When he has to crank out cheapies like this in the course of an afternoon, what can you expect. Typical of the lack of care and interest put into this film is the fact that the cast provided to the sellers of the DVD and the cast listed on the DVD itself is different. But as the film that claims to introduce several players--most particularly an Anthony Shay--but doesn’t bother to put faces to names I don’t suppose I should care either. I know several of the players from other films and identified them. Sorry about the others, but don’t blame Canada. Blame Avenger! There are scene selections only. No other extras. Not even previews.

This film made me think of a sandwich. A couple of slabs of luncheon meat between two slices of stale bread.