Hangar Review

Reviewed by Joe Shaver  on  10/1/2005

HANGAR is yet more proof that they are really hung in Hungary. In this lavish production from director Tom Bradford, whose previous films released by Kristen Bjorn were AMBASSADORS OF THE ICE and LEGION OF VENGEANCE, this outstanding director has come up with a film worthy of Bjorn himself. The plot centers around computer discs containing the codes for all the world banks, which the Russian mafia is smuggling in airplanes. The head mechanic of a hangar in the Ukraine picks them up and delivers them to a group attempting to decode them. The mechanic is played by Igor Viard, a handsome stud with a lightly-haired chest. Tamas Eszterhazy, a sexual dynamo, and Roberto Giorgio, a hunk of hunks, are the undercover cops sent to infiltrate the mechanics to find out who is doing it and when the next drop will take place.

The first sexual encounter takes place in a warehouse in front of boxes of Chiquita bananas as the cops discuss their strategy. To relieve their tension, Tamas and the cops engage in a four-man orgy. Everyone’s mouth is available for sucking; everyone’s ass is available for entry with Tamas in particular demonstrating some superb bottoming ability. It’s a sensational scene that sets the tone for the equally hot sex to follow.

This occurs when we meet criminal decoders: Rob Parker, Daniel Kilmer, and Pavel Nemec. Frustrated at not being able to break the code of the disc they are working on, they decide to take a break from the computers and play around a bit. Parker, a burly blond, looks more like a performer in one of the Titan epics rather than one of the Euro spectacles so it is surprising to see him be such a demanding bottom. However it’s Kilmer who becomes “lucky Pierre” as Nemec enters him while he is fucking Parker. Needless to say, a good time is had by all.

Tamas has successfully infiltrated the mechanics and is sparing with the guys in some after-work boxing. Tamas questions them about the boss, Igor. In asking Tamas if he’s interested in Igor he’s told that Igor only goes for muscle guys. However, the fabulous Fabrice Felder tells Tamas there IS someone who fancies him. With that revelation Fabrice looks down at the bulge in his shorts to reveal to Tamas just who that someone is. Tamas finds Fabrice to be quite fanciful also and they are soon locked together at the lips. Gabor Bosco, a cute young stud who has been observing, is drawn irresistibly into the action. Once again we have a scintillating threesome with Gabor gobbling cocks down to the base, fucking and getting fucked—and, of course, Tamas giving up his ass in the service of his country. Yet when the sacrifice is to a gorgeous stud like Fabrice, it’s a pleasure to serve!

When Tamas reports back that Igor has a thing for muscle guys, Roberto is sent in. Igor’s attraction to this new arrival stirs jealousy in one of his earlier conquests—the super-built Attila Rajnay. We’ve often heard the expression “built like a brick shithouse”. Well, Attila is built like one. What a hunk! And what a delight in the “Making of” in the extras section when he reveals he isn’t just gay-for-pay! (The director tells us all the performers are gay, but Attila admits it freely. How can I get to Hungary?) Attila reminds Igor of the fun they had together by getting it on with him right there and then. And—as in the scene previously—it’s too good for an onlooker—in this case, the stunning David Barthory—not to join the fun. (This sterling trio is featured on the cover.) Barthory will deliver a scorching fuck to the muscle stud before the scene is over.

Wouldn’t you know it? The bad guys break the code on the first disc and the big boss, Zoltan Erdey, his assistant Steve Toth and Daniel celebrate with a general suck-n-fuck. Zoltan is a mature hunk with gray in his hair; Steve has no hair at all. Daniel and Steve fuck one another; Zoltan fucks both.

The final scene is between Igor and Roberto. They have just finished the dinner Igor has prepared and have now retired to the bedroom for dessert. Roberto is the best known of all the performers and for a very good reason: he is built, he is gorgeous, he is versatile. It’s a romantic scene. Igor has prepared it well with candelabra strategically placed. They are interrupted only by a phone call—which Roberto overhears—telling Igor the next drop will occur in the hangar tomorrow at two. Naked on the bed, they make love. Not only does Roberto fuck Igor, but Igor also fucks Roberto. As it watched them I realized that one can have threesomes, foursomes, even orgies; but the hottest sex occurs with just two guys. Two guys who are hot and into one another. Igor and Roberto are. We were made to anticipate this scene and it does not disappoint.

When their lovemaking is over (I will not refer to their encounter as just fucking) Roberto informs the cops of the meeting at two. Arrests are duly made. When Roberto snaps the cuffs on Igor, my heart goes out to the lovesick guy. When are we all not fools for love?

With a strong plot, fifteen guys-to-die-for, six super sex scenes, excellent photography and editing, nice unobtrusive music, and a running time of two and a half hours—HANGAR is Bradford’s best film to date. Kristen Bjorn has done both himself and the viewers a favor in making it available.