Foreskin Cadets Review

Reviewed by Joe Shaver  on  9/10/2002

Just like American films, Euro porn from Over There Studios is of variable quality. Some can be quite good; others can be just mediocre; while still others can be disappointing to say the least. I regret that this film, FORESKIN CADETS, belongs in the latter category.

It opens promisingly enough with two young beauties in bed. The handsome blond gets up and begins to dress. Going to kiss his companion goodbye, the companion, a very skinny brunet, restrains him. As they kiss, the cadet is slowly undressed. The have a pleasant bout of reciprocal oral sex, and Blondie boffs Skinny. The cadet who was to pick Blondie up waits impatiently outside.

Once Blondie has finished his morning tryst, the two start off, but stop when they see two guys hanging around a van. The guys are handcuffed put in the car and driven off. When next we see them they are going down on the new cadet’s cock. (Blondie has disappeared and is never seen again. Alas!) It’s not a bad scene, but it had me speeding it up as it was slow. (The cadet in this scene is the one on the DVD cover.)

The final scene (yes, they only give us three!) begins with two guys running. It cuts abruptly to one of the guys on his back on a sofa with his friend’s dick up his ass. Damn! Getting there is half the fun. After pummeling his buddy’s ass for ages, he is then discovered shoving a dildo in his buddy’s bum. This goes on for eons! It’s like watching robots having sex. Neither seems to enjoy it, so why are they doing it? And why are they doing it for soooooooo long?

As you can tell, the film starts out well, but just fizzles after that as though the director lost interest. (I certainly did.)

I find it very odd also that each of the scenes is photographed in front of windows covered only in Venetian blinds. I thought any photographer knew not to do this. Even if it doesn’t make the people photographed in front of it seem in shadow (and strangely enough it doesn’t here) it provides a much too “nervous” background of dancing light. What a strange (indifferent?) choice.

The music is truly awful. It consists of that brand of New Age music that appears all too frequently as accompaniment to fuck films. You know, the kind with only two bars of music that repeat and repeat and repeat. It’s the musical equivalent of Chinese water torture.

My advice is to pass this one up. A really good foreskin fiesta can be had for the same price (or very little more) from Kristen Bjorn, or Herve Handsome, or get one of those doozies from Pacific Sun or Studio 2000. Yum!