Happy Olympics! Yes, this is relevant. The official title on c1r for this film is Brent Everett Is Wetter Than Ever, but do not assume Brent directed this one. I assumed it, because his name is in the title, and, well, not to compare so early in the game or anything but any video Brent Corrigan has released which begins with his name in the title (i.e. Brent Corrigan's Heat, Brent Corrigan's Big Easy) has been directed by him. Who cares, what's the big deal, you ask? It makes a world of a difference if you actually care about what you're watching. It is very uncomfortable sitting through a scene with an actor who clearly isn't enjoying himself, or who is just out of their league in whatever it is they're being directed to do. That's not to say tons of great porn hasn't been directed by great non-acting directors, but there's nothing quite like watching an actor's own creation. Because that's really when they're happiest and most comfortable, and there's nothing hotter than that at all.
But alas, directing alone is very tough, and combined with acting just makes for a really trying experience. I get it. John Cameron Mitchell described his experience in directing Hedwig, "very little fun." So I can only assume (note: I don't actually know anything) this is a reason Brent doesn't do more directing. But I digress.
First thing's first, there is no dialogue in this film. I repeat: NO DIALOGUE. I usually don't like this, but tonight I was really into my music and welcomed the chance to continue rocking my 90s grunge playlist. There are a LOT of actors in this film so bear with me, I can't name them all. The opening scene is pretty simple, Brent is chillin' in a pool being hot. That's it for this scene, really. He gets up a bit and runs his hands down his impeccable body, then smiles. Cut to next scene. I, by the way, am not complaining. Hit the audience with some Brent first off. Even if he isn't jerking off or throwing his cock into some guy. His name is in the title. I hate when I invest in an entire film (and I'm sure I don't even NEED to tell you people that that shit aint cheap) because an actor I love is plastered all over it, then ends up being in one scene at the end. Frustrating. So the first scene is wonderful, any Brent is good Brent.
Now, the next scene threw me off a bit. Two guys in what appears to be a desert, one with a turban around his head. Alright, I'll take it. These guys end up doing a lot, it's a long detailed scene, for sure. I do like that there's real kissing, passionate kissing, and they are trying to look very into each other, but it kind of ends there for me. I'm not buying their chemistry. I can't say I dislike it, I guess I'm just on the fence here. Oh, and at the end they both end up shooting their loads into...a big rusty bucket. Yeah I don't...I don't even know. Most of their fucking happened over this bucket actually. There's water in it and the bottom gets his head shoved in there a few times while getting fucked, that's already too aggressive for me.
Did you all know Brent Everett can swim, like, really well? He totally can. Next little intermission has him swimming toward the camera in an underwater shoot. I am now certain there is nothing this man can't do, and can only assume he just missed the Olympic tryouts for the national Canadian swim team due to, um, some minor injury. Maybe in four years he'll try again.
Scene three is heavily influenced by the popularity of Brokeback Mountain. Call it a hunch. Scene opens with two cowboys, arms over each other's shoulders, gazing over a lake. They kiss, then take it inside to a bedroom in what appears to be a cabin. Once they start going at it on the bed you see one of the men appears to be a wealthy business man type (albeit from the 1800s) while the other guy plays the forbidden stable boy. Both are blonde, both are very fucking cute, to be honest. One complaint: stable boy needs to trim his bush...but I suppose that's not very stable boy-like, is it? After a little suckage they lay down side by side and begin to stroke one another off. Then back to sucking. This is fucking hot, they seem really into each other and the story-line is great for having no dialogue. Stable boy porn ALWAYS gets me (I'm serious. There's a demand). Wow, 10 minutes later and these guys are still going down on each other, cocks hard as can be. You kind of have to be dead in the loins not to enjoy this scene. Or straight, whatever. So check this out, the kept boy gets fucked, obviously, and afterward gives the business man a bath! In a tub! ALL my fantasies come alive in this scene. Aw, and then he sort of kisses him to sleep whilst holding his head up in the tub. Oh my god. Take this scene to the bank. Axel Garett and Lane Fuller, look they even get names.
I needed a minute after that, I actually missed the first part of the next Brent scene. That's how you know it was good, if I put Brent off for a bit. Was a little flustered but I'm back. So here we finally see Brent in his first real scene with someone whom I can only describe as a Tom Daly look-alike. So I'm sitting here thinking, "Wow who is this Tom Daly dude?" until I realize it's Donny Wright who I follow on twitter, he's that good. You can't just follow any person who claims to be a porn star on twitter, then your feed would be an endless stream of, you know, retweets of self-appraisal and names ending in XXX. Twitter. Where anyone can be a porn star. Anyway, Donny is quite good! So this is a short teaser scene again, we don't get the real deal quite just yet. However it doesn't really matter, because the film is great so far. I'm not in any rush to get through some boring scenes with ugly people to finally get to the star of the show. I've been through that plenty of times. This is what good directing is for.
I kid you not, this next scene involves two guys, one who looks like Brent Corrigan circa ILLEGAL days, and the other of whom looks just like Pauly D. Pauly D guy has a star tattoo and as a rule I shut off scenes when I see a star tattoo unless it's attached to Brent Corrigan's ass. The other guy isn't so much young looking, but his hair is spikey and he's wearing a goofy necklace. Ya, that's very young Corrigan-esque. Think hard, you can find that image in the recesses of your memory. I tried to bury it myself but it exists. Wait, are his tips frosted??..Okay. I can't say much for the sex here. I didn't like how the Pauly D guy came at all, just generally unremarkable and boring but worst of all, Frosted Flakes didn't even finish. You have to finish. You HAVE to. I really don't care if you're a janitor hired to mop up the jizz after a scene, if you're there you make it your duty to come. So that was underwhelming.
Next up is a continuation of Brent and Donny/Tom Daly. The main thing in this clip is how they take turns sucking each other off under water. How is that not an Olympic competition? This is amazing, the camera moves down with them and everything. And then at one point Brent grabs Donny/Tom's face and brings him down for an underwater kiss. They don't flinch, choke, or drown. I told you, Brent is an Olympian. The TALENT, friends. It is immeasurable.
Believe it or not that only covered half of the film. One hour. I'm so much happier freely writing as much as I want as opposed to being limited by twitter. I'm enjoying this very much, I can't even tell you how much. I won't rate it yet, but part 2 of WTE (yeah, I went there) is coming up. Stay tuned, and goodnight.
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