Dreamers: An Erotic Journey Review

Reviewed by Joe Shaver  on  3/28/2003

For many years Kristen Bjorn stood alone in creating high-class porn with luscious foreign men of incredible beauty. Nowadays he has stiff competition from Lucas Kazan, Borbely, Herve Handsome, William Higgins, and Bjorn’s own right-hand man, The Bear. Nevertheless, a new Bjorn film is a noteworthy event. It is all here: the incredible men, the multiple orgasms per scene, the no-hands cum shots, the superior photography. It is undeniably, unmistakably Bjorn. Yet aside from a couple of the guys licking up their own cum, this film breaks no new ground. And that’s the problem. We’ve seen it all before, and we’ve seen him do it better. Don’t get me wrong; it’s a great film. Bjorn can do no less. It’s just not one of his major ones.

The premise, as the title states, is that of men who dream of hot sexual encounters. The first dreamer is a hunk by the name of Andres Duranza. He awakens (or does he) to walk downstairs—preceded by a marvelous erection. (Stiff dicks generally lead the way for the men in Bjorn’s films. Follow that cock!) He arrives downstairs to find Antonio Rico and Angel Castaneda going at it. Rico is a slender boyish stud that I find incredibly sexy. Castaneda has a long, thin, and very stiff dick. Everybody gets fucked in various locales. My boy Rico is the only one who doesn’t top. (I could change that for him.) The most interesting section is sex using a rocking chair.

Black stud Hugo Peligro dreams of encountering five uncut muscle hunks in a pool. They are Geoff Powell, Lucas Magalhaes, Domingo Montero, Jack Murphy, and Pietro Rosselli. After some oral action at the pool they move to a familiar porch for the fucking.
At the conclusion of his dream, Hugo is on the porch alone with a big boner. Ivan Andros and Marcos Allende appear and are interested in what Hugo has to offer. (Hugo who bottomed in the orgy scene shows his versatility by topping here.)

The dream motif appears less obvious in the two final scenes. In the first of which Lazaro Carrera and Martin Chavez come out of the ocean to pick up Christophe Blanc on the beach. (Blanc appears in several of Michael Lucas’ hot epics.) They shower together to wash off the salt and sand before Chavez goes down on both dicks. Carerra gets a vigorous fucking from Blanc. Chavez gets his turn at Carerra when the action moves into the bedroom.

The last scene is my favorite as it features the incredibly handsome Slava Petrovitch that I first drooled over in “Moscow: The Power of Submission” and got to know even better in “Behind the Curtain”. (Slava means “Glory” in Russian, and glorious he is!) He is walking along when a carriage driver, the handsome Diego Pastores picks him up. After the carriage ride when Slava goes into a garden to pee, Diego follows him and joins him in watering the plants. The sight of one another’s waterspouts is all it takes for the sex to begin right there. Slava screws the willing Diego and produces spendings from both. They then move to our favorite porch where Diego gets his turn at riding Slava in a standing fuck. Slava’s cock remains rock hard and his balls swing like wind chimes as Diego drives into him. Once more they shoot creamy loads. Then in the bedroom Slava once again shoves his long uncut tool into Diego's delectable ass. This time it’s sidesaddle. Afterwards, everyone shoots yet again. Slava wakes, and rises to close the shutters, shutting us out of his dreams forever. But definitely not shutting himself out of mine!

Once again Bjorn’s gives us more scenes, more fantastic men, more great sex than any other director. And, as always, there are enough cum shots to fill about twelve ordinary films. Don’t let my comments in the opening paragraph deter you. Although not every Mozart Symphony is a “Jupiter”, it’s still Mozart, and still great. And although I wouldn’t classify this as one of the great Bjorn’s, it’s still Bjorn. And that’s everything!