Review

Focusing on the young, the decently-hung and the uncut (and filmed on location in Havana, Cuba), this raunchily-titled Big City flick serves you much platano and much hooded hotties. A few too many flaccid pickles, an annoyingly canned "Latino" score and rough camerawork mar this otherwise enjoyable diversion.

The opening scene with Pedro and Juan - while nothing special or groundbreaking - played very real (except for the stage directions which could be heard throughout); all that kissing, smiling and sucking. Starting off rather nervously for the camera (harsh lighting, by the way) they finally get into their scene enough to make you wanna pop a load right along with them.

However, if tight close-up shots of hairy holes oozing anal lube ain't your thing, then be sure to have your remote handy; we practically dive into these chocolate tunnels a la Fantastic Voyage. The cum shots are weak, but the looks on the guys' faces are too cute.

Next up is Obo's solo (sounds like a character from Star Wars, huh?) Shot out of focus, and with lil' enthusiasm (Obo himself even rolls his eyes as his piece won't get hard) it's pretty lame. But his rod is nice and thick and fat (when it finally awakens) and the sight of his heavy balls bouncing up and down got me all crazy-hard. And the surreal cartoon shots of cocks sprouting up behind the Havana skyline is hilarious. Pointless, but hilarious.

Next up is Luis and Jesus. Shot in a bedroom, they start cooking right away. Lots of underwear play and moaning. They ain't all that cute, but their enthusiasm is way up there. Lotsa kissing and finger-play. Chico is next, with has a smile to die for. His segment is pretty stupid - he smiles, he pumps, he does push-ups - but he's such a cutie I was willing to forgive even the ungodly incessant drumming soundtrack. Possessing an average-sized cock, he slowly gets into his solo; he reeks of straight, gay-for-pay trade though. Nice foreskin play and close-up shots of his piece.

Lastly are Lyon and Roberto reading girlie mags and getting "friendly" woodies. When the boys finally do get to romping, things pick up. If you get vertigo, steer clear, as director Rico has a penchant for "you are there" point of view shots that are very Blair Witch in their hand-held "swingin' the camera" feel. There's some graphic sound editing too, as cocks are finally plunged anally. (What was that - a cat drowning?) After popping a load, one lad uses his still-oozing cock as a lipstick applicator on the young recipient, coming dangerously close to whitewashing his tonsils.

If you live for young Latinos with lots of foreskin, smooth chests, and hairy legs, balls and holes (and have plenty of Dramamine on hand), you and your banana should take this flight to Castroland... ...and I don't mean San Francisco.
-Keeneye Reeves