Meat Rack (Treasure Island Media) Review

Reviewed by Joe Shaver  on  5/15/2005

The film opens with Dawson (the smiling guy on the cover) walking on the beach and writing Treasure Island presents and The Meat Rack in the wet sand. As all know, The Meat Rack is chosen cruising ground on Fire Island. It’s been the setting for many—now six—of Michael Lucas’ super films. But comparing this foray into tedium with the films of Lucas would be like comparing a Michelangelo sculpture to a child’s creation out of silly putty.

Dawson is not unattractive and there’s a skinny hairy dude known as Little Joe (did his parents watch Bonanza?) who is rather sexy. But if the rest of the cast appeared on Bravo’s new show about people and their dogs it would be hard to tell the owners from the mutts. This film proves beyond any doubt that just because guys are fucking bareback it doesn’t make for a hot film. It takes much more than that. A good director, videographer and editor are essential requirements. This film seems aimless. The camera shakes and sometimes intrudes into scenes. The editing is a mess. Guys pop into scenes like characters from Bewitched. You can’t just get a group of guys together, grab a camcorder and say, “fuck guys.” If you do something like this is the result.

At the film’s opening Dawson is decked out in leather. He’s wearing a leather hat covering his baldpate so I didn’t recognize him at first. He’s cruising and being cruised by two others. Dawson looks rather attractive in this gear. The others do not. They are a grizzled, fat old man and an overly tattooed thin guy. Fat Pop is the first to have a bareback go at Dawson, although since we don’t see the cock enter it might as well be encased in a condom. The carny guy is in next.

Dawson strolls away through The Pines and we find him next in a Jacuzzi. He smiles into the camera. There’s no continuity in this film. Suddenly he’s out of the tub and kissing Little Joe. They suck one another, but Dawson is eager to get a cock in his ass. Joe obliges. The water in the Jacuzzi is hotter than the scene. Post fuck, we find both sleeping in a hammock. It’s very comical, as they don’t fit in the contraption.

Cut to a bunch of guys sitting around playing pull willie. None would be considered attractive. One is best described by the term pug-ugly. Dawson comes in for a bareback gangbang. Personally I wouldn’t let any of these guys fuck me even if I were drink as a skunk and they were wearing condoms and Lone Ranger masks. When they finish plunging into Dawson, they plunge into the pool.

But there’s more bad sex to come. Apparently there’s some improvised action in the bedroom. The film is grainy here, which is probably just as well.

Then there’s another fuck for Dawson on the beach. His death-defying partner here is a gray-haired daddy.

Then just when I’d given up all hope of getting hard, there is a scene with Little Joe and another not-so-bad dude. Dawson watches from the staircase as these two suck cock and Joe is given a vigorous fucking. It’s pretty good but it’s a case of too little too late. Dawson joins the duo, bringing this basically amateurish piece of tripe to its end.

Michael Lucas where are you when we need you?