Karel at Home Review

Reviewed by Joe Shaver  on  3/2/2006

A slender young man with dark hair (Karel?) sits at a piano. He plunks out a few notes with one finger. I’m not impressed but it seems to serve as a siren call for a somewhat older guy. He stands and listens for a bit and then walks over to the piano. The pianist decides to give up the piano and take up the flesh flute. An unseen orchestra swells up to accompany him. The flesh flute swells up too. After a number of minutes have passed with Karel playing the same tune, the music lover shows himself to be an equally skilled performer on Karel’s organ. Stripping off his turtleneck Karel reveals a slender, svelte, sexy body. Suddenly we cut to the end—Karel’s end—filled with an insistent instrument that makes me wish I’d kept on with my piano lessons. Well, it’s certainly not the “Minute Waltz” they are playing as it goes on and on. I’m wishing for a different selection when they decide play a single variation on the theme. The fucker goes and sits down in a chair and Karel goes and sits down on the fucker. It ends messily.

Outside the house two cute lads are doing their version of the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet. It begins with them swapping tongues and getting out of their clothes. Suddenly we cut to one of the cuties giving his buddy a blowjob. (Juliet never did this for Romeo.) His buddy returns the favor. And he sucks and he sucks and he sucks. His own tool stays firm, but mine alas—which has never gotten stiff in the first place—does not. We cut to that firm cock in the ass of the one he was sucking. In none of these scenes do we see the anal entry. We always cut to the couples in medias fuck (Damn, Damn, Damn!) And these fucks just seem to go on and on with little or no change of position. I thought they would never end. No one seems to have even heard of the missionary position in this film!

The third scene opens with an attractive twink watering some flowers. Another twink wearing a white cap which he never removes even when sucking dick or getting fucked [from behind of course] comes up behind him. They kiss. They strip and go to it right there in the yard. The one who was watering has a beautiful ass. His ass remains inviolate however as he is the fucker. It’s another seemingly endless fuck, but they are nice eye candy.

Being so used to four scenes I was surprised when “The End” appeared after scene three, and—at the same time—somewhat relieved. But it was more than just a fourth scene that was missing here. Imagination, tight editing, clever camerawork, and knowledgeable direction were all missing. The performers were attractive but not overly so. They were not at all adept at sucking dick. The fucking was boring. I doubt I shall visit Karel at Home again.