Review

A massively-selling pre-condom near-classic from director Matt Sterling and the dude with the sterling dirty dialogue-delivery and award-worthy gold-plated throatplug, Bigger than Life marks Mr. Jeff Stryker's first on-camera appearance.

Plot runs all over the place, opening with Jeff getting a filthy phone call (natch) from Keith Ericson. What it has to do with the flick later on, who can say. It's the sex that sells this bitch, and the superstar delivers. Jeff plays a rockin' guitar god (seriously) who ends up hooking up with one of his "fans" in the audience. Their alley tryst is gag-inducing and one of the flick's highlights. The rest of the plot revolves around Jeff and his bandmates. A real standout sequence occurs near the film's end, when Ericson (now swathed in some kinky leather regalia) and Jeff fuck the living breath out of Kevin Wiles. It's a sight to behold, and one of Jeff's all-time best rapings (for lack of a more PC term). Creamloads fly everywhere.

Bigger than Life is a must-own for all of Stryker's cock-worshipping sycophants; for the rest of y'all a good time is practically guaranteed.

 -- Keeneye Reeves