Boy From Rio De Janiero, The Review

One hour, seven minutes; it only seems longer...

Two men on the outskirts of town are joined by a third. Boredom ensues.
This low-quality production has to be one of the most un-erotic excursions into what should be the hot jungles of South America.
The three uncredited actors are not even remotely big-screen matinee idol material - two are dark-toned; the third is pale and pasty, with the beginnings of a pudgy belly!
Maybe it's baby fat on its way out; since these guys appear to be part of the under-twenty-one crowd.

No money was wasted on production values; the soundtrack allows for the ambient (hardly!) sounds of traffic horns and barking dogs to come through loud and clear. The video quality is non-existent; I've seen better duped vhs tapes. Obviously this was shot on video, as the frequent white-outs between camera angles will verify. Muddy tones permeate the procedings; fleshtones verge on green and lilac, often leading the still-awake viewer to confuse the models with their verdant scenery.

Each guy gets his turn to fuck, suck and generally look at the cameraman for clues as to what to do next, and if the viewer is still interested after one hour of this nonsense, there is a seven minute solo session with a fourth uncredited model. Showering furiously, this model cannot even acheive an erection through the suds, yet manages to use the shower stall wall for a fuck-session. Yawn!

Extra features promise a "Gay Madness Photo Gallery," which does not exist, but three screens of preview video unfortunately offer up eleven entirely str8 videos. An internet link offers up the age-old query, "Have you ever fantasized about making love to the perfect woman?" (NOT even in my dreams, is my response).

Well, at least the disc isn't a total loss: it's the perfect size for a coaster.