Hazy Days of Summer Review

Reviewed by Joe Shaver  on  2/5/2005

5 stars for a soft-core film??? YES! Put quite simply, Hazy Days of Summer is one of the most beautiful and highly erotic films I have seen. Set in the lush English countryside with seven gorgeous young performers, the film recalls such British classics as Brideshead Revisited, Maurice, A Room with a View, etc.

The film begins with a group of mouth-watering youngsters picnicking with two Anglican priests. The elder priest is a prude, denying more wine to the younger minister and forbidding two of the youngsters to kiss. Once the religious caterpillars have departed the two youngsters (a wispy blond and a cute brunet) strip naked and do more than kiss in the first of our idyllic encounters. (At the time this film was made British law forbade hardcore films to be produced, so although we do not really see cocks being sucked and asses being fucked it is quite obvious that the action is not always being faked. There’s some real cocksucking going on here, and at the conclusion of this encounter we can actually see the blond’s semen spurt on his belly. How did this escape the censor?)

The star of the film—if there has to be only one—is a hunky gardener. Before the sixty minutes ends he will have had nearly all of the others. (Indeed who could resist him?) The first to succumb to his charms is a young blond minister obviously just out of divinity school. Hampered at first by an elderly priest, he and the gardener can only exchange hot glances. But once the young priest is on his own and he and the gardener accidentally on purpose run into one another, their passion can be unleashed. The young minister drops his bible and the gardener picks him up in arms and carries him to spot where they get it on. The minister is a willowy blond, and I’m quite surprised to see he sports a cock that would intimidate a mule. But it doesn’t seem to prevent the gardener from enjoying its pleasures. After some mutual seemingly simulated sucking the gardener fucks the minister showing him what true divinity is.

The film crosscuts between the encounters so during the gardener-minister scene we cut to le déjeuner sur l'herbe of the first scene, to a young hunk lounging by the pool, to a young tennis player looking for a partner, to a young beauty with his teddy bear floating in a boat. The dozing floater is clad only in a straw hat, his thick uncut cock lying languidly along his belly. Before the film is over the tennis player will tow him ashore.

Another young desirable watching the gardener and the young minister is spied by the gardener and, when the satisfied minister departs, the insatiable gardener is glad to get it on with his voyeur. Later as the young hunk from the boat draws the sleeping gardener, the gardener awakes and strides toward the artist preceded by his stiff dick. After some mutual orals, the gardener plants his dick.

There is also a pool scene where the wispy blond of scene one and the hunk at the pool are joined by the tennis player. Once gain we have incredible beauties in highly passionate—if ungraphic—embraces.

The irony of it all is that I just finished viewing a hardcore feature by this director which left me bored and limp. Here I was all a-tingle. I’m just a romantic , I guess.