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Manpart Squad Pacific Sun Entertainment/Diamond Pictures. © 2002. Directed by Csaba Borbely. Screenplay and director of photography by Tom Bradford. Starring: Luciano Endino, Antonio Fargo, Fred Goldsmith, Benn Davis, Jack Laurel, Claudio Antonelli, Sergio Foster, Tony Magera, Roberto Giorgio, Leslie Manzel, Jonathan Collins, Janos Volt and Alexandru Cuza. (Condoms used for all penetration.) As Reviewed by: Issue #47 - November 21, 2002 |
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The films of Hungarian director Csaba Borbely have just gotten better and better over the past few years, and his latest, Manpart Squad, is unquestionably his best thus far. Like most of his works, this one is set in a hyper-masculine world - here, an urban police department - and like most of his casts, this one is loaded with macho studs who seem unlikely candidates for man-to-man action. (That, of course, is part of their allure.) As always, the performers are wildly energetic, but what sets Manpart Squad apart from Borbely's previous films is that here he has begun to coax passion and ardor - not just impersonal lust - out of these glorious sex machines. Little by little, they are beginning to relate to one another and to share the sexual experience. The machines are at last becoming human. Manpart Squad begins in a big city station house, where the chief (blond, goateed Anthony Fargo) gives his daily briefing to the assembled cops. He is more mature than most of the other performers but every bit as hunky and a helluva good actor to boot. He praises his men for their high rate of arrests and points out two problems still confronting the squad: Widespread car thefts and a series of jewel robberies at a local dance club. He sends most of the cops out on their daily rounds but asks three (Luciano Endino, Fred Goldsmith and Benn Davis) to remain for special commendation. Borbely still has not mastered the transition from set-up to sexual action, and here the jump from one to the other is jarring. But the sexual heat is so palpable that the viewer soon forgives and forgets as he becomes caught up in the sweat, spit and spooge. The star of the sequence is swarthy Endino, whose uninhibited enthusiasm and intuitive sexual skills made such an impact in Biker Bang and Revenge of the Dragon. Here he is first coupled with Fargo, who appears to be no stranger to gay sex, and together they simply explode, stripping each other, kissing and trading slurping blowjobs. But the highlight of their duet occurs when Endino throws his legs in the air for Fargo to gobble his furry asshole. Alas, Endino sticks to his topman status - and before the scene is over, his curving cutlass has slashed into both Fargo and Goldsmith but the image of him heels-to-heaven suggests that it is only a matter of time before he will join the ranks of "The Versatiles." Both Fargo and the ever-delectable Goldsmith prove that they can give as well as receive, but Davis remains his tradey self, yowling with the exaggerated brio of a pro wrestler. All four deliver strong money shots, but the zenith of the scene occurs when Endino drills Fargo to a propulsive ejaculation that demands instant replay. The second sex scene finds three cops (veteran Claudio Antonelli, lanky Jack Laurel and newcomer Sergio Foster) on the prowl for stolen cars. They pull over baby-faced Tony Magera, and when he cannot produce his registration, they haul him off to jail. Here the transition from set-up to sexual action flows beautifully. Back in the anteroom adjacent to the cell, Foster and Laurel begin to play chess, but Antonelli already has his eye on Magera, who senses the sexual heat and begins to prowl his cell like a caged animal. That is what is so great about this scene - the tension floats through the room like a hypnotic gas. Soon, both Foster and Laurel join Antonelli in ripping off their uniforms and diving into a burning threeway with Laurel sandwiched in the middle, Antonelli up his ass and Foster's hefty cock and sweaty hole in his face. Before long, Magera has stripped down, snatched the keys to his cell and joined them. The rest of the scene is devoted to heavy-duty fucking, with topmen Antonelli and Foster repeatedly switching partners and positions. Both are first-rate fuckers, but they are matched every thrust of the way by Magera and Laurel, whose tunnels are seemingly lined with asbestos. All four deliver powerful money shots, but the most indelible image of the entire scene is Laurel's bronco busting lap-fuck aboard Foster, who is raw talent at its most promising. Meanwhile, three other cops (Roberto Giorgio, Leslie Manzel, and Jonathan Collins) head for the night club in search of the jewel thieves (Janos Volt and Alexandru Cuza). While Collins questions them in another room, Giorgio and Manzel quickly clear the premises of its customers and have the glittering room to themselves. Both are gorgeous, involved, versatile superstars, and neither has ever performed more stupendously. The moment they are alone, they lock eyes and hurtle into an effusive embrace, hastily disrobing as they tongue-fuck their way to ecstasy on the glittering runway of the club. (By the way, Giorgio now sports a tongue piercing.) Both are glamorous icons with superb physiques, and each knows his way around another man's body. Consummate cocksuckers, they devour each other with what appears to be genuine enthusiasm before they ease into a show-stopping flip-flop. The fucking is as energetic as ever, but wonder of wonders! the pain soon segues into pleasure, and both seem to be actually enjoying taking it as much as giving it. This is surely a scene that should be remembered when awards time comes around. The final vignette, in the bar's storeroom, finds Collins interrogating the two thieves - the improvisational acting is quite believable - and although the transition to the sex is clumsy, the action itself is anything but. Collins, who bears a striking resemblance to this season's breeder on The Bachelor, watches and fondles himself as the other two do a bit of docking before they go down on each other (and him). The high points of the scene include Collins and Volt trading kisses as they suck Cuza's cock, Collins jacking Cuza as he fingerfucks him, Cuza riding Collins in a squat fuck while giving Volt head, Cuza fucking Volt's upside-down ass from above, Volt spraying his own abs while being drilled by Collins and Collins' final statuesque pose as he spurts all over himself. Director Borbely has never before brought such consistently believable, consistently torrid sex to the screen, and he has been greatly abetted by his writer/videographer Tom Bradford, whose moving camera captures every nuance, especially in the brilliant penetration close-ups, both oral and anal. In fact, Manpart Squad finds everyone involved to be in top form for this terrific game of cops and robbers. |
- Jerry Douglas |
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