Ten Tops One Fuller Review

Reviewed by Joe Shaver  on  7/4/2004

I was really looking forward to viewing this DVD for several reasons:
1. I loved Lane Fuller when he was a pretty twink, and love him even more now that he has returned as a gorgeous man.
2. I love gangbang films. Just put “gangbang” in the title and it’s on my viewing list. And with a title such as TEN TOPS ONE FULLER it screams, “gangbang”.
3. Director Alizzi was at the helm of WHITE TRASH one of my all-time favorite films.

So, imagine my disappointment when this turned out to be one of the dullest, most mind-numbing, excruciatingly bad films it has ever been my misfortune to view.
Why? I mean it has a gorgeous bottom and ten big-dicked men. Why?
For the simple reason that it was simply NOT directed, and was abysmally photographed.

Lane Fuller was laid on a revolving table and spun around to take various dicks in his ass while sucking on various dicks in his mouth. The action was shown primarily in an aerial shot, which meant that we looked down on Fuller’s body and only saw the tops of the heads and cocks of his fuckers. The result was just so many anonymous dicks going into him and since we could not identify whose dick was whose, it might just as well have been the same dick. The action resembled nothing so much as a flock of vultures feeding on carrion.

I was bored!

There was a bit of variety near the end when they started to double-fuck him, but—once again—who were the guys double-fucking him????
I did recognize one of the fuckers—Rod Barry. But that was only because he was pushing and shoving to hog the action and making an even bigger asshole of himself than he and the others were making on Lane Fuller.

This may be the way gangbangs work in real life, but on film the action needs to be carefully choreographed. Orgy scenes are the most difficult to film successfully. One can’t just turn the camera on and turn guys loose and have anything except chaos.

There is what purports to be an interview with Lane on the day before and the day after his banging. Scenes of the action are cut into the interviews so that even before the repetitious action begins we have really seen it all before.

And the sound! Phony grunts and moans that are so monotonous they appear to be looped are unceasing and irritating.

I know you are not going to believe that a film with these stars and director is this bad. But don’t say you haven’t been warned.