Review

This above-average Falcon fare has the (major) plus of being one of the few films to feature the awe-inspiring Kris Lord, whose stay in the business was brief but earth-shaking. With his Adonis body, dark features, and practically gag-inducing ten-inch long and eight-inch around tool, he's enough to make any man's heart (and crotch) skip a beat.

Here the mighty Lord of the Cock Rings is featured as a mysterious apparition who keeps appearing to horny Ray Butler. Swathed from head to toe in full leather regalia and aviator glasses, Lord makes quite an impression on Butler (and on the crotch of my jeans!) as he approaches Butler from behind and drags him into a warehouse. Lord mounts a forklift, positioning himself just above Butler's head. After some terrific boot worship by Butler, the anticipation of freeing the monster from Lord's now-bulging leather pants is almost unbearable - for us as much as for Butler. When he finally has it in his hands, the look on Butler's face suggests he's worried about suffocating. I can't say I blame him - but I'll step in if he needs any help! It's an awesome scene - and as it turns out only a dream.

Shell-shocked, Butler wanders the nighttime streets of San Fran and stumbles upon Bill Marlowe (who also has a scene with Kris later on involving a crucifixion contraption and a mega-wad of Kris' spunk, right on his shocked face) and other assorted hooker trade.

Additional scenes include a WeHo-boy orgy in the warehouse. It's pretty standard, but hung Carrington tears up a squealing Foxx. Bad editing mars this scene though. The vid ends with Lord appearing "for real," and pushing Butler into an alley for what we can only imagine is a wicked ass-ripping. (The scene isn't shown; the video actually ends there.)

It's a pity the opening scene on the forklift didn't close the film instead; it's a lot more memorable and spunk-inducing. In addition, it's not one of director Scarborough's all-time best, although the production design is flawless. But for fans of hubba-hubba cover model Lord (hel-LLO!) it's a must own. He still pops up in my daydreams, causing me the occasional daytime crotch "pop."

 -- Keeneye Reeves